Plucked from the dance floors
And the bar stools
Like weeds
From a driveway
Piling up in sacks along curbs
Fastened to cell phones
Text-ing their friends
They got game
They’re winning a universal conquest
One piece of ass at a time…
While quite oblivious
To the fervent and intellectual
Females
That have birthed forth waves of woman
Who are fucking the fuckers
And ten of their
Best friends.
And laughing about
All of them
In the morning.