Exact Cash at the Anorexic Bank
Open the bone lotion
Nap with a candle in the bathtub—that’s where the accident happenedStroke the ocean with the low tones of the phone
When all that mattered were grass blankets
In the commotion of the hollow home
I stand at the platform with rats and battery packs
Focus on alone, the no show
I can’t balance the fashion of exact ass crack
Blow in slow motion
I need to ask about that rash
Obey or overthrow
Candy absence at the fat camp
Oh so mellow Ho
When the attacked nanny snapped after absinthe
Owner and owned
Couldn’t have calculated what happened with the man and his ’nad sack
Groped and roped
It’s time to pack snacks for the Catastrophe
The everlasting FAD!
The thanks DAD!
Where’s the back fat in magazines ads?
Make that canned asparagus and gala apple last
by Melissa DeGezelle