moth orgy drawing by ellen kennedy; ant-ass fucking poem by tao lin
moth orgy
i want to have a threesome with ants
send me eight hundred ant asses in a green sack that says ‘eight hundred ant asses’
i am thinking about four ant asses on the deck of a sailboat in the sun sweating
after i fucked the ant the ant’s ass fell off and i fucked the small hot ant’s ass
i ran through the hallway into the room screaming, ‘i have eight hundred ant asses!’
in line at the bank i patted my shirt pocket
there were forty-five ant asses in there
i rubbed an ant ass until it was dust and i took out another ant ass and rubbed it until it was dust
two ants lay against the sofa with their asses in the air and i fell down screaming, ‘stay like that forever!’
i lined up eighteen ant asses and moved back a little and looked and it was very hot
i fucked an ant ass and slided over and fucked an ant ass and slided over and fell on the ground
in the parking lot i emptied the green sack onto the blacktop and seven hundred ant asses rolled out
i masturbated in my room rubbing wet balls of ant-asses that i had earlier made ant-ass paste out of on my forehead and crotch
an ant’s ass is as important as salman rushdie’s head to a buddhist
i want to have a threesome with ants
send me eight hundred ant asses in a green sack that says ‘eight hundred ant asses’
i am thinking about four ant asses on the deck of a sailboat in the sun sweating
after i fucked the ant the ant’s ass fell off and i fucked the small hot ant’s ass
i ran through the hallway into the room screaming, ‘i have eight hundred ant asses!’
in line at the bank i patted my shirt pocket
there were forty-five ant asses in there
i rubbed an ant ass until it was dust and i took out another ant ass and rubbed it until it was dust
two ants lay against the sofa with their asses in the air and i fell down screaming, ‘stay like that forever!’
i lined up eighteen ant asses and moved back a little and looked and it was very hot
i fucked an ant ass and slided over and fucked an ant ass and slided over and fell on the ground
in the parking lot i emptied the green sack onto the blacktop and seven hundred ant asses rolled out
i masturbated in my room rubbing wet balls of ant-asses that i had earlier made ant-ass paste out of on my forehead and crotch
an ant’s ass is as important as salman rushdie’s head to a buddhist
11:36 PM
6 Comments:
I think, if performed out loud, this poem should end with a really red and violent "ta-da!" -- pronounced as so: "TUH-DUH!!!!!"
this is everything i hoped it would be. thank you.
I read in Entertainment Weekly that for bars, tuesday is the new thursday and thursday's the old saturday and saturday is the new saturday. Of course, ants are the new hampsters, and asses are the new blueberries.
I'm entombed by nostalgia.
I like it,
you should illustrate this poem.
or not.
it would be hard to draw 800 ant asses. i think it would take all day.
what does everyone else think?
mike,
i will perform this poem out loud on july 21st at freebird in brooklyn
gene,
good
gelsinger,
oh
noah,
thank you
bryan,
for 800 ant ass you just use microsoft paint and use the spray paint thing
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