(Georgia O'Keefe - Music-Pink and Blue II)

I walk out on the stage and see him

Middle of the front row

I dance and lift my legs in the air

I want to climb down and lift them over his balding head

I want to make him sneeze

You know the kind of sneeze that howls, hisses and ends with spit

Smell me Baby, it’s the last time for you

This water lily is yours - grab it before it moves on

I know it is your fetish

You consider mine a feast beyond compare

You crave my tongue

How I swizzle and twizzle it around your cock

You think your cock is a prize

You will see it is no prize when I stuff it

And hang it on my mantle

Along with all the others

Will you be happy when my girly artist friends

Take out the measuring stick

And prove to you that it was just average

Not the hang ten you think it is

Not even in the running for top ten

On my hit parade

Will you still try to force me to take it all

When you know that yours was not much at all

You always say that all “High Art”

Is masculine art

And girly artists can only make “Kitsch”

I remember when you said

 “Oh Baby, I want to cum in your mouth”

And I said

“Where is Lorena Bobbit when I need her”

“Oh Baby, Google that”