Is Joe mighty?

His flow politely goes

Down nightly

And rises with a brown nose,

Unsightly,

Wearing Elsha’s clothes—

Joe is likely

To sing solo’s

In a satin nighty

At “White Swallows”

A bar in San Francisco’s

District of Castro.

So

Ease up

Before you freeze up,

Joe.

And next time come equipped

With a big glug

Cuz I’m much more than you’ve sipped

You really need a big hug

And a whole new rhyme script.

Fly in my sky and wind up clipped.

I have a clever wit—

A cleaver couldn’t sever it.

WHAT?!?