This Beer Crate

This beer crate
Makes a good front step.
Welcome!

Call My Love!

Call my love!
Please beg him to pay
Our phone bill.

Greasy Hair

Greasy hair;
And rotten green teeth ~
Turn me on.

Mounds of Flesh!

Mounds of flesh!
Spandex will stretch...
But not enough.

Red Lips Touch the Flesh

Red lips touch the flesh
Of greasy day-old chicken.
Chunks of lard still cling.

New Year's Day Is Here

New Year’s Day is here.
Cold pork and beans from the can.
We fight for the side meat.

Morning Mail. We Dance.

Morning mail. We dance.
We shall feast at Burger King.
Our welfare checks came.