Get On It, Comrades
she tells me I have the profile of Stalin
when I’m sleeping on my back
in the hotel in Santa Cruz de Tenerife
after sleeping for only a few hours
after I took my hardly elected dick
and stuck it in the slot of democracy
in the middle of the night
with the curtains drawn and my hand
over her mouth and without a word said
after I flipped her over onto her stomach
pushed her head into the pillow
slowly started to build a country
with a giant dick of course for the people
breathing allowed only after a struggle
only after a good rationing of air
then kissing her with a caterpillar
mustache
then we laugh
drive north to Kuntsevo Dacha
where I crown her
comrade slut numero uno:
official whore of the state