Money, cum bunny, is what we don’t have,
but I’ll show you just what two fingers worth
of your drizzle buys. KY jelly salve;
redolence mixed with that delish wet earth
skunk funk as my cock moves from the inside
of your gaped asshole to your step son’s mouth
and back again. Hogtied but not denied.
The rump’s phat pump. Tura Satana’s South
Side Ass Wreckers, her Anal Delinquents.
Who needs trash cash for that? Give me an itch
sweet like jam – violet with jelly. We awe
ancestors … raze progeny. Our fragrance
is thick with booty, not boodle; not rich
snitchs playing at being dope outlaw.