spickling spackle seals my fate
like a pint of dog urine
washing a speck of dust
off my pristine penis
and how the bullies bowl
knocking down the thumbtacks
that draw the gulpy goop
from my wide-awake eye
that looks into the jaws
of a dying centipede
winding down a street in san francisco
or maybe straddling a mountaintop
soaked in white whale semen
pierced by a sharpened spear
like a pagan's anxious nipples
waiting to harden in the frigid cold
like a drugged up wiener
that doesn't have a name at all
rummaging through a garbage can
and shouting obscenities at small children

but he doesn't steal their cookies

motherfUcker