roller-coaster cars with

doors holding vomit-catchers

though often missed

raining chunks below

on unsuspecting bankers

using our money

to ride dodge-ems

*Hey Ed, a big congrats on your promotion, you deserve it, mate*

and  Master Apprentices

under racing saddles

hiding gluteal boils

in deep crevices                                      Hey guys, thanks a lot.  Wow what a cool thing to happen.

called butt cracks

half past the

belt-line showing hirsute

maps of Tasmania

with pretty pink

abraded skin weeping

weirdly scented puss

making me gag

up tasty chunks

of spoiled curry

just for fun

it makes me

start spinning the

tail  o/the dog