Dona E. Bowens

That’s about how my poetry goes. Lick me, stick me. Prepubescent, horny rhymes…but I have a lot of fun doing it. (Did you see what I did there? “Doing it?” Giggle, giggle, snort, giggle.) Any old way, if you haven’t heard, I’ve gathered all of my horniest rhymes (and others) into one tome and I expect you to buy it. Please buy it even if you use it as a coaster. I’m trying to buy a house and I need every goddamn penny.

Speaking of every goddamn penny. I felt bad, because I’m a horrible bizness woman, pricing my collection at $10. However, considering that I get $3.84 for every book sold, it’s motherfucking Jeff Bezos who should feel bad. But he doesn’t. Therefore he’s a kazillionaire and I’m not.

Click me, lick me and stick me here and do your part to add to my “Bitch-needs-a-house” fund. I thank you. My sanity thanks you.