Oh my god, in my ass a red hot rod,
I'll be my own favorite shit stew.
An unexamined shit hole, was never an end goal,
I live incarcerated in my own mind zoo.
But what the fuck, as I must ask,
The how, the why and the wherefore.
A mind still young, no new ladder or rung,
Should I stand on the road like a whore?
I don't have any eggs, the question it begs,
I should may be keep trying.
I'll find a tight hole, for my little pole,
Then all my old songs I'll sing.
I look at my dick, it's healthy and thick,
I like to suck it without any spills.
I've tasted my cum, yummy yum yum,
But the gears to get it up need pills.
I know what's on your mind, I hurry to remind,
I'm not a pituitary misfit.
It's the girls around me, quite plump and homely,
Something is always dead in their pit.
Plus their cunts are loose, I get confused,
It's like I'm inside their big yapping mouth.
So when sometimes I see it fit, in their cunt I shit,
Then run away to hibernate in the colder south.
And I'm not fond of hairy cunts, I can't say that, so I shan't,
But you get my drift I hope.
I've always wanted to fuck fully clothed nuns,
Wanted to be that desperate loony groping pope.
I'd rather and I've settled to fuck a doll, buying one this fall,
Whose head can be turned all the way around.
I'll fuck the hole in the twisty head, plastic is always dead,
Nobody would look for her if not found.
