Sniff of her unga bungle hole. She’s big. She’s big she’s big. Ya real big. Got thick bumpy thighs all her curds and ways jigglin in the air for nights and days as I sniff at her unga bunga hole and I sniff at her unga bunga hole — and in between I wear neon hats stir my mac and cheese and jiggle her fats and then sniff at her unga bunga hole – I sniff at her unga bunga hole. “There she blows!” I’m captain Ahab take off my wooden leg and then I start to stab right into her unga bunga hole right into her unga bunga hole — she vomits dirt chunks and drippy green lye and giggles and toots while the brown goes fly right out of her unga bunga hole right out of her unga bunga hole — I take a handful and war paint face pull a turtle out it’s tank and grab my bottle of mace as I sniff at her unga bunga hole I sniff at her unga bunga hole—

And then she shouts “COO COO!” And the turtle goes ape so I shove the wee guy in and close it off with scotch tape — he swims in her unga bunga hole he swims in her unga bunga hole—

I wear my neon hat and in my grass skirt dance and watch VHS tapes chewing black ants as I wait for her unga bunga hole I wait for her unga bunga hole

To plop out the tape with a speedy quick shot, a cooked turtle into my soup bowl, hot! — turtle soup from her unga bunga hole turtle soup from her unga bunga hole—

We sip and chew at our creamy raw stew and then we put on our pants and we leave the house to,

Go to work as line cooks at our jobs at chipotle.