when all foldiriddle is in the room
and a blood-red sky
bitterly flatulates

then spank me a macaque
and this masticated time
it seems the very last of us
has wept

wept for rain
cacao on the brain

with a toot toot tootin’
synaptic shoot shoot shootin’
as much fun as a stain

and sad sock-puppets
rootin’
so very highfalutin
down the drain

into the meta
metropolis
with you

crying
for a beaten
beat-cop’s full list
will do

and the fullest
of the concepts of witchcraft

that the very best of us
might reefer
to

as stop and frisk
tsk-tsk

dude
i’ve been this kind of frisky
all my life

Peace/Love/Underwearing

m(O_o)m