Sex And Destruction

Let’s masturbate for Kristie Noem

in a tight t-shirt before male prisoners,

their heads shaved, no shirts, paraded

as a 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 more body lotion,

perhaps quitting early to move to another,

as testament to her indifference.

Whence come these thoughts?—

They arrive because

we’re related to the

Black Widow Spider and think

it's in our make-up to feel such things.