Moralitee

“What is moral if it’s not oral, or moon cow?
Hey baby I like your tits, or moralucity?
A tippled Gordon who’s Gordon is he ordinary
faking his daughter’s test scores, top-dollar lawyer
or a spoon fish? Any father would do it family first jerks
money stalks, the object of your fuckshun.
Why didn’t the right and wrongers win?
Why do they always have to lead in the dark backwards.
I said I was blue and blew you out.
Your candle is no substitute for my finger.
Come quietly to come cheese
the best thing there is to bloat your meat with,
love your buns.
What is a gas turbine and how many do you have to import
before you change the racket, Washington must do your bidding
Why isn’t Washington a city? It’s a lobbyists’ spa.
Suck it and you will, won’t you, you’re no good, bad mouth, get out.
My benefactors gave me 18 million denero to turn into poontang.
I don’t bother with chicken Chicago or mortgage idiots
who come from Mars.
I want rough stuff behind the counter
or the stage, desk of golden surprise.
Under the table, you little cutie, when I say shake you better shook
or I’ll get my devil drawers to split open.
Luuuuve in the time of shit, peace in the time of blowhards
and quadruple digit mayhem.
Back to the issue of moralitee, it isn’t oral it’s a twat squat
to raise 10 billion dollars which is a chicken mattress
compared to a moon pothole.
You know, when you’re a kid & you have to ride in the limo
by yourself
I hate that having to pretend not to cry – nobody makes me do
anything.
Everything I have was given to me by the alley in back of Bergdorf
Goodman, a little tete a tete with a corrupt state
corruption is my cologne, Chanel # 69 prissy woman
I got your number you don’t need mine . . .
Holiday for sparks and I’ve got electricity, the connection I need
to cross one country with another and end up with people turned into billions
of hard rock cash.
I mean I shouldn’t have to do anything to lubricate the darn admiration pills
bow down and kiss ass savvy? We’re talkin bigtime when
the belly button turns inside out.
Give everybody nothing and you’ll have more to split
your headache with.
You know the crotch is the brain part of success.
They’re just dying to give every backside fantasized in a million years
to you. Moi, baby.
So that’s moralitee which leaves little room for definitions.
It’s there, you don’t have to grab, you don’t even have to squeeze
to get the bottle off the top.
I mean is anything bigger than pleasure, being a bull in the China or
any country’s shop, nation, whoredom, oligarchal paradise.
I mean kill off the complaints, I’m talkin firepower.
It’s the massive itch of humanity but you know how to kill flies.
You know what I mean, scratch it, that’s the moral thing to do.
Do ‘um out of anything and park it between your knees.
What more do you got if you don’t have everything?
Think I’m kiddin? What’s a little runt like you belly achin about.
You’re not gettin enough - your replacement is already kissed ass.
You both had a chance but if you don’t see it my way
you’re off the radar. Duke it out you phoney baloney stoney.
Oh we don’t do that, I creased you, get your own 2 dollar jar of Vaseline
a thousand tyrants in each bottle. Are you surprised?
My life is a gold dildo studded like a big stud with diamonds on top.”

larry goodell / placitas, nm / usa larrynewmex@gmail.com