Ein Klein Springtime Gesang
It's springtime and the nymphomaniacs
on lightning feet, scant panties purple silk,
are dancing in a circle on the stage.
They crack bull whips & sing a Wagner chorus:
Nymphos, Nymphos, uber alles,
ficken wir nun Goethe's Faustus,
und wir ficken D.H. Lawrence,
und wir ficken Herr Franz Kafka.
The crimson curtain closes, and the hall
explodes with thunderous applause, and all
the clappers now strip off their clothes and fall
to screwing in the aisles. It's springtime, y'all.
Harvey Goldner
No comments:
Post a Comment