The Toad Princess

Meat-black road,
Meet toad face.
Splish—splat—croak!
Kid choke-laughs.

Flicks “a gob
Of knob-meat,”
It smells wet—
It gets worse.

Lost in folds
Of clothes for
Weeks, it grows—
A toad egg

Hatches slime
In time for
Laundry. Mom
Spouts vomit

On it—not
A gut left—
Not done yet…
It sets off

Down Puke Stream—
It gleams green.
She dry heaves,
“Why me?” They
Both miss their mommies.

Four For More

Four more holes: a fork in the nose.
For more holes to hoe, the forking man knows.
Four more bumps: a jab to the c*nt,
For more textured humps, to make a thing blunt.

The Plunger

Someone threw a plunger at me—
Laughed and called it toilet humor.
Grabbing it I asked if he would
Like to see some jail-rape humor.

Cow-Incidence

A low-cunning cow-herder slips in his pen,
Cow karmic awareness asserts itself then:
Black hoof finds pink oval and reddens it red,
Gets harder on cow-herders to get ahead.