Ode to the Vagina (or so say's Tiger Woods)

I am a very wealthy man, even though I left my wallet and cash

In my other pants, and the kidney stones I passed last night

Were both counterfeit. I am healthy; pay no mind to the two tumors

Smiling at you from atop my chrome dome; for they have a

Mind all of their own. I am real and the smell of death, my dreams reek.

Enters as a poisonous snake without its rattle, though the half open doors

Of a short and occasional, if only, intermittent REM sleep…

I am a poor man, with a mongoose of an appetite for reptiles

Peace be in the shallow victory, of my soul and my Karma over the serpents

Those who are continually trying to possess me through

The worm hole in my head, as I obtain my escape through the eventual

Truth and triumph of God’s promissory notes, over the ill spent evils of this world…

2010 © T.S.