The heart of a palm at a strip mall

Tangy tarantula wasp revenge. I am your centerfold pinup. Donkey all the way into that thick green hunt. Bare feet and fever stricken all the way out. Will swallow you spice. Will swallow you worm. Will drink you down justice. Will make my thoughts burn, and not in a bad way, but in the way of the Shaman, and that bang. Not big mind you, but orange on a park way; my back pushed in a yards grass. who's it is, and why I'm there? Simple, to sketch your palm. To hang your heart there. And back away rubbing my hands like a content villian. With a warm wash cloth.