I Can’t Get This Bloody Pickle Jar Open
no matter how much muscle I put into it
and sometimes that is like you
when we are on a date
with your lips all buttoned up
and your arms and legs crossed
and I don’t know what to do
as I try to put you up against the wall
by your neck with your heels off the ground
so I take a knife
and smack you around
with the handle about the lid
(a hint of a threat) and wouldn’t you know
just a gentle little tap tap tap
is all it takes to make you go pop
and pretty soon I am tasting
your delicious juices in my mouth.