By Jane Hyphen
An outlet for my very rude internal Tourettes problem.
God's a man they know it to dispute it is a sin Can't you feel the bristles of his beard against your skin? His child a boy, a king no less was formed without disgrace
What is the cure for head fuzz? The stealth mist that seeks And cloaks the under-achiever Reducing them to non-believer The fog which bellows forth To choke the thought The best ideas
Have you seen my purple thong? I left it in the dryer I wore it to the monastery I lent it to the friar Have you seen my pantyhos? My milky ass is frozen I wore them to my bible group