The Supernatural Forces of Her Ass

"I have mangled and twisted the remnants of an academic poem."

                                                                        ~Charlie Sheen

“The absence of her ass, wrote George Who-Gives-a- Fuck,

Is greater, and more divine, than her ass

(Yes, this idea makes no sense.)

This is an idea her ass might have come up with

If she had been French and worried

About how to make it through

The nude bottom of the twentieth century; do you want her ass

If I take it away, will you want her ass more?”

“Or will you forget?  That’s the problem

With absence, her ass leaves itself open

To so much; supernatural forces 

For example; the glowing lights of her ass

Out which aliens appear like the ropes or

Like anorexic people.  Let us help you,

They say, although of course they never speak 'ass' 
they simply think 'ass.'”

Hot and uncomfortable the people scream 
Because when the aliens show up
It is scary.  We are still not used to the Mexican or
The black.  

“Once they just wanted to take over the planet of her ass

Now they feel sorry for us,

Kindly molesting her ass like the ocean mists…

Then her ass must have really felt it when she chose

To retire into the  silence of the

'No more threats of her ass.'
  No more angels, either, fucker

Only these lost people  on the alien ships, come back

To startle us, and vanish like her ass”