MY SPRING HAS SPRUNG
MY THING IS DONE
NOW SETS
THE
SUN
Carpet bagging capitalist
breached the wall of my resistance
and did laps around
my moat of love
Nine naughty nymphets
nutured sweet nuffins
till they gave off faint farts
and little blue sparks
To soon the moon
did swoon
Enigmatic enema's
purged my passion
and left me in the
desolate desert
of desire
With the ogre of the
golden cunt
who sed
I want your seed
I replied
Will you still luv me
in the mourning ?