Ass-Face

Ass-Face drank

The asses' milk of the stars...

the millky spirals as they sank

From heaven's saloons

and golden bars,

Made a gown

For Columbine,

Spirting, down

On sands divine

By the asses' hide of the sea

(With each tide braying free).

And the beavers building Babel

Beneath each tree's thin beard,

Said, "Is it Cain and Abel

fighting again we heard?"

It is Ass-Face, Ass-Face,

Drunk on the milk of the stars,

Who will spoil their houses

of white lace -

Expelled from the golden bars!