In the Petri Dish Stinks a Scabby Lidded Industry

Manxy fuckwad, you tailless prune, what
do you yowl up the machine skirt?

         Gimme milk and your little dog,
         gimme milky you metal cow, and then
         I'll slice you hoof to heat. I'll slice
         out your beating thermostat, get you going
         double time.

But this, too, is someone else's territory.
Alighting near the mouse traps, that
phantom once-wank waggles.