Don’t be coy, you can make a mess
of my face like you forgot your table
manners, I won’t excuse you.
Show no shame as it wears your
Creole dish dripping in its creaming
roux.
Mm, it would sure taste close to home
like down south by the Mississippi.
Ah, just let this gator roam your New
York City!
I won’t defeat you, but I just might roll
you over, release you, then creep
up from behind and bite that savory
a*s.
Mm, would you like that?
Does your Yoni bite back you’d say?
Merde, there I said it for you, sh*t!
Please do excuse our French.
Now I sense trouble in the water, ooh!
We need to do this in order, hmm,
we need to create a new lingo.
I think the neighbors are listening,
hear them bicker because their
minds can’t go where we go.
—JG ©2026




