Do you think I know what I'm going to write

Yes and no

Somewhere in my head I know

And as long as that's going on

I can say anything

It is that easy

And it is that fun

There's no gun to my head

I bleed this poetry on a finger tip

As long as it does not snap

The words snap out

The blue world full of weird ice unfurl

Green chemicals tendrils tentacles

And there is a vagina

And there is a penis

In glass cases

Under intense scrutiny

By weirdos in Speedos

Who have nothing but money

But more money

And more genitalia.