Get Off My Fritos

I felt a crescendo, touching scraps of Fritos
in constrati, of life's little teapot whistling  
with a one-string band, Goodbye! testicles  
even short men can have a Fido  
 
Hello! Mandy    
 
Let's hear it for the mad man!  
going obscene in his Cheerios  
but there is time for his Maybelline  
even with the high cost of gasoline  
 
last night a lonely bird with pickled testicles  
tonight a turd listening to Rue Paul  
without a roux to sling by  
getting off on Fritos  
 
Hello! Mandy