Sa-weeetie,
Who are you?
Bitch, bitchboy, or bitchtoy?
Dangling shiny, too distracting?
Moneyman doesn’t care, still
Asks, sneaking and snuggling in
Our psyches.
Signing death warrants with you
Struck dumb.

Sourstick, why pucker?
Words live like straws,
Empty and deep for suckers.

Candylady, are you sticky?
You need another bandaid
to Pigeonhole that giant pit?
Oh ouchy, it’s peeling from the sides,
Tugging baby-hairs.
Bodies piling up and rotting below.

Angelmint, is it spicy?
Watching kings, ministers, presidents tell
People, it’s up to them.
That People should stop at words, flags.
Not themselves to stop carving cities or
Trading humanity for stock tips?

Honeypie, why cry?
You’re not napalming,
Rubbing your dick against oil wells,
Trading flesh for dollar bills.
So for those poison words they fed you,
Take an Ipecac to their mentality, their brutality.

Because if you don’t,
Corporations will recuperate your sugar.
They’ll come up with their own substitute,
Sipping barrels of black gold.