The Gonzo Wolf

Sirens’ alive

Before, again, again/again

Her mating call screeches to one and all

Nearing penetrative readiness, that beast, she of many churches

Phallic monument, neon penis of the gods themselves, spits a bit, salts its base, slobber-string from rod to face

Clean-up on aisle six…or seven

With the throat of a professional, she swallows our city whole; nose tapping with woodpecker vibe somewhere in the vicinity of Plano

Her mission complete, she gargles The Trinity to prepare the next bribe

You struck oil your way, and Dallas struck it with a happy-ending pinkie in its proverbial butt hole

The television show should’ve been the dead giveaway

Who shot JR in his throat?

Same one who coated DJT’s tonsils; the machine

Dollar bill bookmarks in Bibles

It’s a living.