selleck vs. boar: round 1

oh selleck! let me boil
your browsweat to sea salt
to season my kale chips.

let me consume a meatsteak.
be my arsonist, and i'll be your
boarded-up housing project.

let's meet local singles who love
wild boar hunting, and take them
wild boar hunting. let's build us

a ranch. sometimes i cry
for the poor kids in africa
who can't even afford ammunition.

turboboosting the panopticon

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?