The Cactus & My Burning Bush

It’s 4 in the morning
But I just had to tell my fans
About my latest sex dream

I was riding in a Winnebago
Through the desert
All manner of animals were fucking in the desert bushes
Kangaroos and alligators and lemurs and sloths
Sloth fucking is especially cool to watch

Jeff Goldblum was driving and he said that this was a good place to stop
5 men in robes pulled me outside against my will

They tore off my favorite shirt, which I had custom made
The shirt featured words from my poetry
So in essence, these people stripped me of my art
(Ha! Joke is on you, dream villains, I’m writing a new poem right now)

They held me down and took a cactus and lodged it between my butt cheeks
Then they all circled my ass and talked to the cactus like It was a baby
“Aaawww, dat a sweet biddy gump de gump”
Then smacked my cheeks, took a piss on my, and left me alone in the desert

I stumbled around alone until I came to a tree
It had the face of my mother on it
I backed up into it and she removed the cactus with her teeth

Then she called out
“Jermaine, this is what you were born to do”
And when I woke up, just now
I knew my poems were more than just the same old silly ass shit
You sometimes see on poetry websites
Naw, my shit reads like a prayer

If I’m God’s blogger
Recognize when I talk about nutting on things
I mean it in the most spiritual way
A poet can nut on things