i want to oogle you like a wild boar
with lockjaw. i want to smell you
like burnt sloppy joe smoke,
and taste you like gunpowdered meat.
when the gov'nr declares his prostate of emergency
who do you want sailing that stank boat?
sometimes my love for you
makes me want to set fire to a building
full of schoolchildren.
sometimes my love makes me want to unload
steel in your killzone,
that terrorist-shaped target in your heart.
I implore you, my little porkchop: won't you tazer my guts
in the gun-range of your love?