I stand here on my balls
Professing love eternally rare.
What will it take to insert my thing,
Inside your you know where?
The gods are holding their anus tight,
Today in heaven is diarrhea day.
As soon as we start humping,
A bouquet of shit they'll duly spray.
The strength of my vocal chords
Reverberate in the asylums of hell,
Where the convicted honest,
Are forced into armpits to smell.
By sweet gods on cheap postcards I cry,
If you must do something it is holy now.
Do accept this earnest mating call,
I'm ready with my auspicious plow.
A seven and two score, many a whore later,
I stand here at your hole to sing.
The doorstep mile is just another door,
I've carefully lubricated my thing.
The clouds are ready to piss rain,
There's smell of vomit in the air.
How the rose dildo looks natural.
Pimples on your asshole a huge scare.
I like the hint of mustache when you smile,
Your odors could depress a cow.
Come my love the grass is rotten gray,
There's no time worse than now.
