I’m a real banana slut.
here in my dirt pit on the lawn
I’ve entered a slug-human state
and I crave the juice of tomatoes.
what if Oprah brought a bow and arrow into the studio
and started firing volleys into the audience
cause she wanted so badly to replicate the screams
she caused when she gave everyone a Pontiac G6?
I want to turn her into a slug too
but for now, she’s just another pop-up boogeylady
on her AM show talking mad
critter chatter chitter.
I can slip my way in through the cracks in her door
and in our slug states, we can take over the fucking world.
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