poem: merge not

[Facebook trolling again. Thanks to Rod - and his auto-correct - for NASCAR mascara and "take turns in the merge." Thanks, too, to the State of Minnesota.]

NASCAR mascara
the Ovaltine babies rain down
bliss in the ovals
corruption on the inner turf
vagrancy abounds round
the tapping wounds
sealing the rivers
of mongrel overtime
she rode one hard
& karioke'd the rest
take turns in the merge
not one of her favorite
flavors, she had other mantras
for sale, diddly on the square side
a sodding mess
virtual reality in Bristol
on the up side
call of the wild
she left her numbers
in the stall
left her facebook, too
urls dime a dozen
samsonizing the plastic babies
the bon temps
the Cali-mamas
the friendlies
the passion teas
over & under
time out of mind
a vigorous antiseptic
to the septic mind
I ask you
this your Murkin dream?
this your donut hole?
this the last time you
investigate the sullied
casualties of your cowgirl bowl?