revenge of the abyssinian maid
sucking down on
eviscerating
the complimentary
candy
left for him on the pillow
by the
cleaning lady
(the lover he will never know
mr. kobayashi ponders
(one
how many wonders
of the world
are still in my reach
bites suddenly
into the complimentary
peach
he got downstairs
from the reception girl
streaking with juice
(like five thick shots of
cum
his nineteen inch
sony trinitron
walking down the
street
hard on pressing into the
palm
of his hand
mr. kobayashi
pretends
(though it's all the same
that he isn't whistling
horst wessel lied
there on the street
learning it once
sub consciously
from a computer game
(if you can believe it
A hermit from atop a cloud
Glimpsed once a beauty white.
She, at the river, washing,
Gave him such strange, unclothed delight
That holy sight cast off he
And fell down to the ground.
mumbling back ohayogozaimas
to the old lady waiting to clean his mess