Erotic Stomach Surgery


Squeezing inches closer

A nice hazel

Cream cheese


I can’t stand it

When the raspberry jelly

Sticks to my fingers

We’re scraping the jelly off

The table

Pureed to the center

Of my favorite syringe

Oozing belly button puss

On robust tum

and we never gave it

a name

Another one to “Freedom”

Honey, baby, sweetie pie
Cherry, apple, key lime,
Do you know just why
I’m born to die?

Honey, baby, sweetie pie
Darling, rodent in the pigsty
I’ll sit in my cell
And wait to fry

Honey, baby, sweetie pie
I ‘ll help with the child
I’ll keep up the lie
Locked in the bathroom
Daddy’s getting high

Father, Daddy, love of mine
You know I’ve done my best
You know I’ve tried
But it’s time to close the door
To pave over the graves
And build the floor
To say no to the abuse
To forget the pointed muse
You left us before age two
Reproving you
Beating me
I’m glad you’re through
And I can be free