prehensile dogwashers

Poke out your tongue, wrap
it around a lollipop, & now
try to whistle for the dog to
come inside for its weekly
wash. Nothing happens; or,

at least, nothing that was 
meant to happen. Locusts
fly down from their perches
on the pyramids of Giza &
eat the Sphinx away. The

Red Sea opens & closes, o-
pens & closes, unsure if it
too is meant to be at war. A
dyslexic President abuses
the Pope for washing the

Peet of the fooR, saying he'd
never let such garbage into
his nice white house, then
puts on his corny thrown 
before his seance with doG.