Midnight at the Bar

Midnight at the Bar


In a concrete cube holding captive
among cacogens in a cacotopia
in a macrocosm of maledicent malists
was a salacious, sagacious sylph

I approached her anocathartic abigail
and said, "Move your feculent fat ass,"
to which she fulminated,
"go fuck yourself with a yad, yordim"

As she waltzed wantonly away
the beautiful one reticently remained
her erogeneity served as the abatis
my ebriousness, the aberuncator

Tacitly, with tenacious temerity
I grabbed the genteel girl
and caressed the convivial connoisseur
which precipitated the pre-eminent procreation

- Aphexcoil