There’s no grandeur in the art
of fellatio without embracing the fact
that you’re gonna get hurt either way,
whether you swallow or spit
(which you probably wouldn’t think about
on New Year’s Eve, if ever),
if the recipient happens to be a theocon,
because he either accuses you of abortion
or cannibalism—bad jokes aside, let’s hope
the new year brings us a soixante-neuf
with more of that ‘Make love, not war’ vibe.
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