Butter                    me                    up

              with hormone heresy

                                                            Butter me up,                                                            butterfuck

so I don’t get

                                        battered

in the street

consequence evaporates

               like dormant

                                   spiders in crumpets

                                   doubling                    bubbling

toilet troubles

                                   two-minute eternity in a piss-fingered cubicle

                                   where our futures sweat with butter.
 

Butter                    me                    up

             with a bulletproof body

                                                            Butter me up,                                                            buttercuck

so I don’t have to beg when they
                    S             p             r             e             a             d             m             e

                                                      for        break        fast

threatening incontinence

                                                       and plumbing a pipe dream

just let me avoid the medical bill

                                   of predators on parole

but you still want your                       bread                     and 	   butt- 	   butt-  	 butter

from contraceptive camouflage

and

       low-rent lesbians.

 

Butter                    me                    up

                  with barrenness

                                                            Butter me up

without excuses

that still m

                    e

                       l

                         t in your mouth

                              buttering

                                                  splu      tt t      te r      ing

                                                                                                    uttering

                                                                                                                        that I am

parannoyed by a delusion                                        turned destiny

hysterical for hysterectomy

                                                  tongue-tied or tubular

lather us                    smother us

                                                                     mother,

                                                                                                    unmother us.

Just butter me up,

                                                                                                                                                Buttercup.