The man is dead, I see only a head,
The rest of the body is missing.
Maybe from another dimension,
Or a murder I'm not dismissing.
If he had a dick, I could have it stick,
To my old cunt for joy.
But sorry to say only the nose,
Can be used in this ploy.
I can pretend, he's a desperate gent,
Who is into old lady cunts.
I can't imagine in real life,
If an old hairy hole was in his wants.
Or I can shit on his head, when in my bed,
But the head is too heavy for my back.
I can't shit now, so I'll come back somehow,
With turds in a jar or a gift pack.
