I know it’s gonna come back and bite me,
but here goes: I said it but you were thinking it.

Blue-collar humor’s got shelf life. Wives faking it
are a dime-a-dozen. Ain’t nothing unsightly

between stern media moguls and the nightly
news anchors. If you don’t like it then git

off to France. Your wit ain’t orangutan shit.
So go climb the nearest tree just to spite me.

Of course, the nun who comes and talks you down
won’t show her face, and though she may have been

invested by her parents at some ungodly age
she’s still young and widely enough known

to minister to birds and those who lean
towards heaven for damn good reasons: lust, guns, rage.