Ode 1

Firm young erection

Of insolent texture,

Like baby food firmness,

I hate you

And your cream meat

And your black seeds.

Inspiration for flavors of repugnance,

You are the tropical w***e;

Sleeping in bunches with your siblings

And adorning racist caricatures.

 

Your rubbery thick skin is so fake

That it can be slipped off

Revealing your nasty,

Wet, grooved muscle"

That I’d just as soon break into two

With worn hands,

Splattering your mush onto the sidewalk.

 

Potassium stained concrete

Is disgusting to me

Like the feces smeared on

Mayonnaise walls.

 

Your moistness

Makes me exclaim,

“S**t…

It’s bananas

B-A-N-A-N-A-S”