TEXUS

As sure as there’s a p in pig
oil percolates atop the rig
and blossoms like the T in Texa$
for cherubim to flaunt a Lexus.
O holy and so pre-pubescent,
ignorant of the fertile crescent.

So wholly pre-lapsarian;
the serpent’s wiles they bury in
a garden where its safe to roam:
a tigress made of styrofoam,
a goddess made of silicon
in holly-bolly babylon.

O baby, suckle optic teat
some sacred gameshow host to eat.
O diplodocus you will adapt
to life as Texas tea on tap
with a capitol that stands for trouble.
The slightest tap can burst a bubble.