More Like Totes Sick Masculinity

Man so mean
eat carnivorous plant leafy greens.
Break a bottle on his wiener.
Pay for gas with teeth.
Bring a gun on a plane
a gun on a plane so big
bullets full-sized airplanes.
Shit out a whole alligator in a godless land so
now their god is the alligator man. Hail hail the Alligator Man.
Strut through museum
quetzalcoatlus scoff
say pff as if – take a big swig from a pickled piranha specimen jar.
Smash the jar on his wiener.
Say like I give a FUCK to simple requests from girlfriends and mothers.
              Finger so beefy.
Original model for “truck nuts”
every time you see those lumpy bumps swinging from a chassis
he get a royalty check for seventeen cents that’s already been spent on cigar
implants for his
backup titties. Ooh finger so beefy. Smell he emissions.
Fume haze warp             horizon climb
take the bow from Apollo and shoot it with his GUN.
Only thing he fear: his clone or a NUN.
Only one revere: RUMPLESTILTSKUN
Rhyme so hard it no longer ENJOYABLE.
Breakfast of metal called TITANI-YUMS.

No tears,
              eyeball sweat.
All feelings uninstalled, replaced with a single switch
ON – ALL THE FEELINGS AHHHHH
OFF – CATLIKE SLUMBER OF READINESS
winter sunburn chest so damp so smooth
exactly as soft as an almost ripe mango
like that all blue muscle ass dolphin the first minute its beached
the saltwater slip away
nobody knows what happen after sweat dries up.
Nobody nobody knows