She Was No Playboy Bunny
She spat toothpaste
into the sink
mumblin’ that
there was nothin’
“underground”
about my poetry,
nothin’ worthy
of Bukowski & Inc
She had pink
pubic hairs
and her old man
drank a whole
lot of nothin’
While I stood there
thinkin’ on how
I was a fool
to believe
easter eggs
fell out of
her snatch
Horror Sleaze Trash 