There once was a
silly old man who
spent a day groping
his red and yellow
bottles of pheromones because
he couldn’t seem to
Get the attention he
craved from his italian
“bambina sexy” in a
satisfying and pleasurable way
the physical, tactile experience
of touching and stroking
colonel’s southern fried chicken
left sores and broken
lips from being too
actively eaten alive because
sex as a weapon -
seemed to be unavailable
just then a crash
and much “banging” into