I had *** with your mother last night. She was a hairy, sweaty mess. I took her down to the corner bar And bought her a couple pints. That's all she needed. After a couple hours I was down her throat. Your mother is a real freak. I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere But she insisted that we just **** in the dirt Like animals. We behaved like primitive heathens Lusting in a prehistoric heat. Teeth gnashing, hair pulling, sweat beading; It was like all the civilities had been shed And we were acting without the aide of a Cerebral cortex. In the morning, you strayed silently From your room and sat down at the Kitchen table. Silence.