POEM OF THE DAY BY EZHNO MARTIN

What Now, Turkey?!

 

I'd like to whisper into your gaping neck-hole
a reminder
that my mother
the insufferable suburbanite
who fisted you full of breadcrumbs,


is in her bedroom
on the phone with her squirrel voiced sister on Long Island
screeching at the top of her lungs

and now it's just you
and me
with a bottle of scotch
the bible
and this box full of power tools

Don't you try and hide in the oven...
this is an inquisition
and I know where you been!!!

What you got to say for yourself?

Answer me, damn't

Who sent you?

Was it Obama?!
I bet it was Obama
that faggot loving socialist


You're lucky you're already dead,


but damn't
if you don't start talking,
I'm going to make you ever deader!

Maybe you won't talk to me...
but what do you have to say...

TO MISTER SAUDERING IRON?

I'm gonna do you like you were a Beauty Queen
and I was Mike Tyson if...

Stay back Bitch!
This is between me and the Communist Turkey!

Hit me with that harpoon full of face-plant if you must
but don't think a syringe of sedatives
is gonna put a dent in my holy patriotic investigation
(owww, shit)
into the satanic and subversive goals of this flightless mole
and his obvious collusion with the queers
the mexicans
and...
and the little green men from outer-space
who want to take our jobs
and ruin our families...
and make tax evasion
and forcing your secretary
to have sex with you illegal
and free healthcare
adequate public education
blood money
Ronald Reagan...

Ronald
Reagan

Ronald..
Reeeaaaaaaa....

(SPLAT)

 

 -Ezhno Martin