MOBY DICK ORGY

by Jason Bredle

Call me Ishmael
he said, unbuttoning his pants in front of the orgy,
a carnal square dance
where he hoped for the chance
to swing a partner round and round, do-si-do
until they hit the ground,
lick each other in the nastiest places and then move on
to unknown faces.
Leviathan, ho!
someone might shout,
look out everyone, I'm about to blow!
Queequeg, here, get in bed with me
and Kate and Christine
and Bert Convy! Oops, my mistake, forgive the faux pas,
I mean the anonymous host
of Win, Lose or Draw! This roundŐs phrase is
let's get raw,
so remove that bra
and we'll break some sex laws
which, as you may know, are somewhat vague here.
I know you can't put this in that
but what if you were to wrap that around this
and what if you were covered in rubber
or strapped to a spinning wheel holding a cucumber?
So pass that lube, lube me up,
lube yourself up, and lube Danielle up. In fact, give us all
a really thorough lubing.