I had sex with political corruption
got it pregnant
and gave birth to twins – business & war.
I got a blow-job from the I.R.S
they stroked my banana so hard
I exploded a no income tax return.
I finger banged Wall Street
rubbed its financial stock,
alas, pure climax erupted like a water fall currency.
I want to lick Mother Nature’s nipples.
Squeeze her gentle breast –
Boom! California flooding the whore…
I want to pump my milk inside your moist oven.
Let us both burst together;
you and I, we can end the protest once and for all.
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