Sex And Destruction

Let’s masturbate for Kristie Noem

in a tight t-shirt before male prisoners,

their heads shaved, no shirts, paraded

as conquest of a heartless bitch

who represents their annihilation.

She could jerk them off across the bars

if they stood stone-still, their members through,

while she applied hand or body lotion,

perhaps quitting early to move on to another,

a testament to her indifference.

Whence come such thoughts?—

They arrive because we are all related:

in this case, to the Black Widow Spider.

It is in our make-up to know such things.