I am a sperm released because of a
Steamy, wet American Dream this morning.

I’m traveling up the virginal walls of I-20, up
Towards the Fallopian Tubes of 360, 183 and
161.

I pass my dead fellow clones who lay in the ditches,
Swim past the weak ones stuck on the hill.

And I reached my destination to fertilize the
401K nest egg.

Only to be later aborted by a coat hanger
That sports a company logo.