Larry Flynt, you’re more

On your toes in a chair than

Most people standing


He tried seduction

My face was in his afro

Which smelled like beignets

I saw the escort

Who had to fuck Vitter – I

Hope she got real paid

Cowboy movie plays

Reflection in the mirror

Coated with honey

Right after he died

We fucked like mad in his bed

To celebrate life

I watch the kitten

Recently raped, each step bleeds

Chasing winged cockroach

Was it his smell or

Talk of Physics – or was it

Both – that made me wet?