Rankled Pink Balls

Every little thing you do is on my last nerve.

I try to ignore you, but your presence penetrates

me like a spiked truncheon in my velvet underground.

The mere utterance of any word from your mouth

sends electric shocks down my spine, and thoughts

of a porcupine darting its quills into my anus.

If I had the choice of looking at you or choosing

to inject my eyeballs with acid, I'd choose ACID!

Though the actual sight of you isn't so heinous.

I'm so exasperated I could implode, melt, and drip

into the cracks of eternal perdition. You're so

vexatious; I want to fuck your face OFF!