After you boy, your toy will bring me joy,
Our god is into omnipotent teddy bears.
He alone knows, how women are all whores,
Little boys bring his holiness to tears.
Last time I fucked a toy, wasn't immediate joy,
I got cut by the plastic really bad.
But then I liked the itch, better than a bitch,
The sight of dolls now make me sad.
Holy cow is good, food leads to good mood,
Tryptophan prevents shit from hitting the fan.
Climax you must, finally you're dust,
The fucking afterlife fashioned for the bed pan.
Too pious for love, to fist I use a glove,
These days the police look for genes.
But I worry a lot, if they realized or not,
That it's divine wish in vicarious schemes.
On the legality I poot, human laws are moot,
Doesn't a kid enjoy a preemptive hell?
If I am consigned to jail, I will not fail,
To tell on the system to the devil in detail.
No dearth of little puckered holes,
Where there's will you can't stand in the way.
I claim your teddy has none,
But today he certainly may.
The holy sense in innocent nonsense,
Helpful in a myriad make.
Plus a mustache faint for a budding saint,
Is as irresistible as a talking snake.
It's a sin to stop god or his hired sod,
You get listed under local retributive bits.
Religion from hello to hell, any boy can tell,
Just takes a few middle-aged minutes.
The law usually on our side, I must confide,
Sometimes a tad on the expensive side.
But on god's holy cum, you are very welcome,
You can't your pretty boy hide.
