The vagina wagon barreled by
Recently departed from Nookie Town
Pants down
Don’t frown
Everybody’s a pirate
A pirate with a beer
Or is it a beard?
I don’t know
Or remember
If it happened
Or was dreamed
In a time the calendar
lost
The cardinal stared straight on at me
Authoritative under its scarlet crest
Enthroned on the branch perched
King of the red birds around here
Excepting perhaps the Red Tailed Hawk
Who really isn’t very red
But who argues with hawks?
What is the voodoo with chocolate?
Coco a go go and sugar
That shit has its own butter
How do you fuck with that?
They say it’s like eating love
Releases vagina beans
Into the bloodstream
Easy to get wet
I got cards when I was a kid
Be Mine on a sugar cube with ears
Pink goddamn thing
We didn’t do balloons
Balloons were for dances
New Year’s mostly
And birthdays
Pink goddamn thing
Don Arrup
Satire1
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