Separate her jowls,

leave her grinning—

ear to ear. 

Suit her up

beautifully,

in an Italian neck-tie.

Spread her bloody bare legs,

then carve a crooked sign—

All You Can Eat

Gonorrhea Buffet,

below the diamond stud,

 glowing—

inside her bellybutton.

 Take a match,

ignite its flame—

charbroil this diabolic

tramp— 

roast marshmallows

giggling rage.

By William Andre Sanders