Just say no,
The penis sigh is the fainting of
Every time the body conduit
Laughs ‘till they go to snoring glory,
Did I wake up in Dallas? I guess so.
While the bed will stop me knowing,
How would I just stop the night from coming in?
Though the bed is full of loving,
There is no God up here,
Then there is no cloud of fear.
Anyone who’s thinking at all
Otherwise
Will not be feeling it all
Tremble
To a hair when I start it’s true.
There’s a mouth that calms and wakes,
There is a sound that stays…
Oh little hole,
Why can’t you be in this part?
The stares and all the frowning start again.
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