i'm going to write some poetry
and make it smell
like butterballs and aftereffects

don't be jealous
after all
you're not the only butterball

i'm going to take my cap off
and fold it in half
sail it to the moon
on your raggedy ass

i'll mop you and stop you
flibbity flibbity flop you

so bicker and bitch and piss and moan
you low down spineless farsighted
drone