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.