I’m a rapist of poultry
Plucked, stuffed, and cooked
My
Cockfight
Cockfight
Filthy bums and lunatics
Surprising people with their
I'm woken with a piss shower
In their filthy shack
Smearing honey on his body, waiting for the bugs
He
I didn’t want a son
I got one anyway
Little
Everyday you'll find her out there
Crouched down on her
Shambling down the roadside
Cheering as he goes
A manic,
An old man's at the department store
But he's not
She is not calm till sheathed within
Her black constrictive
From the depths
Of the brain
A stream of cussing
I have a van
It's a special van
It has
Dullard skipping down the street
Whistling to a tuneless beat
There was a bitter woman with a farm near the
Retarded Uncle Percy lives
At his sister’s place
Her children
Science built his single breast
Saline under skin
Lopsided and
I own a happy midget—I walk him in the yard