by the same guy who wrote Richard Cory:)

Elvin Escalante

His girlfriend was low on air.
Easy fix.

Her vagina
was made in China.

She made love
like hot dead girl.

Her orgasms
were wonderful he thought.

God had given her
everything man-made.

Inside his head
were thoughts he did not share.

Inside his head
all was exceedingly well

until the very day
he died.

He never harmed a flea
his tearful mother said.

His girlfriend
was deflated.