T͟Hə ˈsinikəl kləˈniSHən

Hear the clan clang

suppress your ringing ears

a-ding, a-ding, ring a-ding long dong!

ever get behind?

on your rent or on an auto payment

or a cement truck in traffic?

and exhibit your left handed toad smile

to that asshole behind you laying on that damned noisy horn!

I wander to there, from here and

then spin around and do it all over again and again…

and still I am stuck here on this plain

with the muddle of humanity, are you feeling this?

hearing this, experiencing this like me?

the whisperings, those voiced over thinly things

the ground' cowerings as I scrape

the street’s filth off of my hooves!

What! Are you surprised? or afraid

or just indifferent to this vision of a being

with those type of boots! Given a hoot;

what tone do you toot? while your

particular style of “boots” scoot

about and bulge out of your fattened calves…

I notice these characteristics and enjoy

that “special pair” of boots or more; jaguar

skinned with lots of sparkles on the rise…

makes my “emotion” get some motion upward!

Just for the thought of that “one”, wearing

them sans clothing and that aye

patch of body hair right down there…

Am I treading intrepidly, treating and tricking

or traipsing scurrilously through tramps and trembling

terrified and trumpeting trysts and turning

out trust and lust and bust’ preferring

your sweetest treats and tricks me

being all up and deeply in them!

Sew, or sow, or sow, as in hefty as one

most of you fumes and fem-want-to-benz’!

Slap me baby; get real clinically crazy

and do not be lazy about your feeling

my feelings out of my worn jeans; Billy! Whoa!

Subdue yourselves! Review your health! Be glad

that I do not release my selves upon your

singularity sans it’s heretical hysteria’!

Are you all reading me!

I wonder and ponder the point of wandering

or awakening on each dawning; drawing

conclusion towards these illusions about

one moment’s collusion in this beyond

imagination’ collision

give this last line the “Snoop Dog” if you please!

Between these thought provoking bootie pairs

and my physical delusion’s mentally-protruding

into the centers of those creased and weeping

sweetness’s tasty for this other worldly Prince or thing

to gobble greedily and lap top hungrily in this thinking’

eternity without risking paternity

suites or wearing suits or giving your coochie

that every man swears about and anyone cares

whether you get wetter and wetter

as you too simmer within “her”…

taking over your pent up emotions and physical devotion

to that little thang you all refer to

as “the money maker”, “ball breaking”, “claim staker”

and “fabulous-so fucking machine”! I meaning “she”

when nude and paired with those “boots” is all that!

Even in the brightest of daze, lurid and lurking

about for my next “meal”, I imagine peeling off

your tight skinned things, and getting busy…

Sweetest felicities’; underwired to trap and tease

please in your fantasy give “her” all to me!

and fill my belly full of your “puddy kats gum”!

What a song you will sing

as you’re trembling’s down you to your knees;

earth-quaked until you cry out to the highest one

you call to in those seconds of your complete surrender

to my touch and member probing all of your openings!

Are your soaked panties falling to your knees?

I wonder what it would take to please

your needs and plow through your fields

of reality and not dwell on this probability that you too…

are asking yourself these very same questions

Clinically speaking!

Or is this just cynical thinking and it is stinky?