Jennifer

Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground

Infront of the snowcone stand

And began licking at the girls eyeballs

As if they were sugar cubes.

Their bodies convulsed and flailed

With an almost seizure like intensity

At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back

And forth from one torso to the other

A crowd gathered almost immediately

To watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies

Like a pair of pit-vipers

They were confused or concerned

Or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above.

But no-one dared interfere with the performance

Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down

Concealing the girls face like a curtain around a hospital bed

No one had any idea

That the girls eyes were revolving

Under her ruby tongue

"This is disgusting, it's pornography"

Exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat

Vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin

Like a money shot

Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties

His left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants

"No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art."