The Queen and I

This is the first
A Faggot you say?
Where may I inhale the English smoke-stack
Down where you protect The Queen?

Nancy's boots shake the Earth.
Do you know what they'll do?
I lean into my toilet paper-stuffed bra;
Carinatum, I am a Gypsy.

these San Jacinto fingers slide
down empire state thighs.
I'll take a chicken-shit knee for you.
You're proper, of course.

Down, I crouch
to see eye to eye
The golf ball to Hurricane.
Oh you…

How shall I address You?
This magnifying glass is deceptive,
and I am giving you the benefit of the doubt.
I can be nothing more than potential smoke to You,
but I want to know…

What's so Funny?

I have something for you, Mr. Ant.
Give me a hot second…

Here, a Saltine.
Take this to your Queen.
Don't think twice if you really know

Us.