I come

to see them cum

While crawling the mud

and snowballing blood



Imaginations I design

A consitution divine

close to prostitution



They come in two

I know they'll do, 'cause I've asked them to

Join me for a coin



Imaginations I design

It's like a constitution

of memories divine



And then at last

it's going fast



Take it in the mouth

give it to the next

the blood is running south

being over-sexed



When I intrude, am I being rude ?

But to be nice is what I despise