"This house is a hard hell shaking,
a strip club stuffed with night. Red cups
and sweaty bodies searing the flesh until
it is nice and juicy. You are a glass I have
paid to shatter, the boat I have rented
by the hour and we can’t stop dancing. All night
we own love, take Molly like girls or roast beef.
I vomit into your hand like a jackpot getting
turned up, warm my trembling
mouth, get a line in the bathroom.
Under your bra I swallow the pieces down
with my spit. You are the sunlight I have purchased
and if you’re ready to go I’ll steer until you run
aground. Forget god (haters), it’s our party
we can do what we want."
We Can’t Stop Buying the Whore a Miley Cyrus/Anne Sexton Mashup