D E A D C R U S H (my guy)

my guy!

my guy?

my guy fancies grub that work him jaw - open wide

for flamin’ hot sliders with dustbin buns an’ a gooey slice of manhole pie

my guy blabs with his trap filled, nose in the filthy bushes, won’t temme why.

like he’s debatin’ with critters of the juvenile kind

ask him why. all he say is

yu gotta see dem belly buttons flail

lak a rogue skirt on a windy-ass day

my guy loves to slink silent, hitched to them calves like a cabooze -

he press snooze.

goin’ down sticky toy tracks, see a green light an’ he up like a kite