Poles and holes, the same old roles,
I wait for the refractory brew.
Plus the dick is burning from the friction,
Forgot to lubricate the rock hole too.
Platonic well maybe in poetry,
But ultimately it's friction.
That's laws of physics as you know,
Real or masturbation.
Fuck, plus I feel horny when full of shit,
And orgasm when taking a dump.
What does that tell us about me,
I know, puts me in a rotten slump.
Today the turds were plump,
Healthy and vivacious I would say.
Too bad they don't have much time,
To see the joys of the day.
I give my turds the names of gods,
They represent the immature soul.
Of course if I divulge the names,
I'd get pelted as an asshole.
I am only sixteen I masturbate equally,
Egalitarian always my outlook.
Ate something of late gave me worms,
Worms with hook.
I'm getting into the asshole,
Thanks to these worms like shard.
Planning on a dildo, too bad for the gods,
Won't be plump, instead all massacred.
