for Elon

He snuck around, spraying, splooging and squirting
Searching out locations for target practice
Socks and mother’s undergarments
Firing hard into tissues, socks and toilets

Don’t cum around here no more

Then with the receivers
All the poems he wrote
To get at their beavers
Until the ink in his pen ran out

Don’t cum around here no more

Ejaculation was the first step of the break up
The next day they’d make up
She’d then put on more make up
garter belts and ball gags to maintain the prenup

Don’t cum around here no more

The porn was the dawn
Of where the fetishes were born
And babies that grew up never knowing
His flawed DNA was the one

Don’t cum around here no more

Hotels, bar bathrooms
Parents’ bedrooms
Goomahs’ apartments
Ex-wives’ new husbands’ summer cottages

Don’t cum around here no more

He quit spraying the billion dollar fertilizer
On the lawn in North Hampton
On faces of paralegals and waitresses
On chests of men at the peep booth again

Don’t cum around here no more

He finally finished
Stopped launching his rockets
Quit the transhumanist parties and podcasts
He exited the administration

Don’t cum around here no more