Peel Another Banana, America

You love Aztec bitches

in their feathered headress

tattoed Teotitlan titties

hairless heiroglypic cunts

Today Tijuana has–

Meshica cunt shtuffed

full of obsidian cock–

Dress her up like an Aztec

in jaguar skin

to sacrifice at the altar

of thick Moctezuma cock

lay her on the stone

high atop pyramid

high on princess pussy

with King-sized cock

plunge that guatemalteca

like you were splitting her

in two, ripping her apart

to get her entrails out

conquest style, imperialistic you

splatter that tomato-

chocolate- and coffee-inventing

face with dick drip

diciendo: “dame dame dame

todo el poder!”

cut out that heartbreak after

you make the jade wearing jade–

that slattern bitch

who brags that nowadays

she’s pure Spanish blood

dark corn tits

two hard niblets

silver plated teeth–

absorb moctezuma’s semen storm

the discharge deluge.

strip the strumpet

slap choad chili

on her Pharoah-like ajpuob forehead.

you own the was-going-to-be royalty now

gaping her ass this time

as you jam it all the way in to her whine

then let it all the way out to her sigh

on the fiend’s own fertile floor

home of her blood-thirsty gods

where birds chirp hysterically

whine sigh whine sigh

like they are getting ass-fucked

like strumpets, jungle-wide

the whole forest thirsts

what you give hard and domineering

the whole forest aims for what you take

yet she cries

as face gets blow-gunned with semen,

sprayed, like her idols are splatterpunked with blood.

smutpunk her with imperial cum

she is kneeling — tell her “suck,

to save yourself,”

she only sobs and murmurs it isn’t fair

you cock-slap her face

then jam it down past her tonsils

while salty rivers stream

down into the corners of her mouth

again, you stretch out the corners of her bowels

cum up her asshole

then throw her down

pyramid steps

nothing could have saved her

note:

some reviewer said i wrote about rape so i’ve decided to write about rape. thanks. if you can’t expect logic from a review why shouldn’t i indulge in it? what’s it called? double jeopardy? since I’ve already been found guilty of the crime via 1-star review it’s carte blanche on committing said crime. i’ve already paid the fine, so why not commit the crime with panache? So i’ve revisited this poem of the brutal imperialism of white people v. indians in the conquest of (latin) america. it’s a deep poem. i expect many won’t understand the point. if you do, please SHARE or leave a comment. Thanks, lovelies!