Standing by the side of the Jersey Turnpike,
Panties down and looking for a fight.
Travel down this hairy to try and figure out
Why I leave my lights on after midnight.
Choking on a gallon of saliva
Kept inside a meaty petri dish.
Let the flora in my gut negotiate the contract.
Germs that reason are so ominous.
There’s no disgust, there is only pure arousal.
Drenched in your fluids, I will drown.
I cannot reach the top, so I’ll come into the bottom.
It’s a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long way down.
Parting velvet curtains like the Red Sea.
I feel like Moses as I talk to God.
Wander through the desert, forty years in Bergen county
Until we reach the promised land of IZOD.