Goat Skin Pantsuit

Don't be stupid,
everyone knows a pantsuit
is sexy, sir, but not if you
wear the rose powder
and hump stars, blue satan.
You can dip your finger
into the black milk, humming
to the tone of global spunk,
while dip shits in Corvettes
whistle the melody of body
parts. Codified by the psychedelic
funk of Moogs, you're all pepper sprayed
with reason and contempt. Don't forget
there's a slow boat
waiting for your pink berries.
You'll loaf on the dock
until you shrivel from neglect.
One day you'll get a letter
and that letter will say a lot
if you could only read it
imagine how successful you'd be.