you are hot like a boiling pot
i wanna shove my hands right in
your wit's sharp like a new machete
looks like it needs a good lickin'

your embrace is warm and tight
like a noose i wanna hung onto
your love's fleeting like a speeding car
i'd be glad to run into

your presence's like nitrogen
with which i wanna fill my lungs
your kiss tastes like acid
in which i wanna dip my tongue

your..., well, bodily fluids
are sweet like sleeping pills
i wanna buy a whole package
and swallow all with sour milk

your heart's hard like a boulder
i think it should crush on me
before my poetry starts to molder
and go hang itself on the tree.