To Jessie on Her Birthday
I wrote this for my friend Jessica Delfino’s birthday/poetry party.
To Jessie on her birthday.
May she many happy more.
But it is not to Jessie
For her birth I’m thankful for.
It’s Jessie’s mom’s vagina,
Which contorted as it strained
Until the drapes unfolded
And a Jessica remained.
And Jessie’s mom’s vagina,
Which received the little seed
That Jessie’s father’s penis
planted there and guaranteed.
Yet even to these genitals
I do not give my heart,
For Jessie’s mother’s mother’s
Hoo-ha also played a part.
And Jessie’s mother’s father’s
Shlong, and father’s mother’s twat,
And father’s father’s father’s
Hairy, scary counterpart.
And so to answer Jessie’s
Question: “I was born. You glad it?”
I would be could I stop thinking
About dead people going at it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the genius of Sam Reich
