I stir my rod
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I stir my rod, it's my erected god,
But limp for many years.
"Na na na na," i sing, "bengali banana,"
I milk it fondly with happy tears.
Mostly I watch louse beget louse,
Songs about pubes, rapacious rapture.
Pilgrim pinworms from my asshole,
Screwy nefarious nitwits I capture.
On one dingle berry tree I see,
A pinworm adam with steve cavort.
Bollywood style holy galumphing,
While pinworm eve building a fort.
A dingle berry don she marches on,
Recruiting females to her cause.
A rumbling fart spooks the ladies,
I show them who's the boss.
Well I am almost half a hundred years,
The springs aren't spruce anymore.
Plus for real, I don't have money,
Can't ravish a mercenary whore.
The ejaculate leaks quietly, a fugitive,
Watery furtive smile, likely infertile.
I'm sure I can't be a daddy, even if,
I fucked all girls within a mile.
Ah that dream, many manly dreams,
I am a tiger with knees held apart.
But eviscerated and refractive forlorn,
Bulbous the balloon filled with fresh fart.
Totally into X-Files and shit porn,
Not the ordinary jaundiced jackass.
Pious and holy, doll-dick bengali,
I float on farted sulphurous gas.
A tight and virgin asshole,
Goodly says a bengali good-god.
Ass fucking popular in hindoo hell,
Influences of the US abroad.
A homo commie without a mommy,
Started fresh on a layer of holy shit.
Towards the drunken end, frolicking friends,
Begat with splat some nepotistic vomit.
So holy, goodly also the lack of animus,
Gods paying to get ass fucked.
Hallelujah my sphincter fluttering,
I won't have to pay to get sucked.
Coolio says I, sheeeeit, this I should try,
Lamenting the heterosexual odds.
Chicks don't like an asshole like me,
Disused my embroidered anal rods.
Holy tiger plus totally hindoo,
My tits jiggling with joy I find.
I feel a pleasure poot coming on,
My mind still of a puerile kind.
