Thallus, you letch: softer than rabbit fur
is your phallus and sack of nuts
that dangle from your old man crotch,
festooned with cobwebs, and still
you’re as greedy as a gonif
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Give back the things you stole from her —
her cape, handkerchief from Spain,
etchings from Carthage, bracelet of Salome —
things you claim you inherited from your folks.
Spare me your obnoxious jokes.
Get your sticky hands off her stuff, and send it
to her, or I swear I’ll kick your ass
and make you twist like a toy battleship
in the bathtub when a hurricane hits the sea.