My right eye's the green of green mold in the textural Textron mold
that was chosen by me to warp whorish women who ***** for free
that was chosen by me to convince Danish broads to ***** for free
There are domestic & imported wines & scrumptious cheeses &, of
course, there's the *****, ****-suckin' lesbian who defied Lord Jesus
to the peril of other ***** as the days of rapture might soon seize us
as witches on the stairway to heaven for each queer stray too driven
to hide behind a rakish fish pride with bromide & stannous fluoride
There are domestic & imported wines & scrumptious cheeses &, of
course, there's the *****, ****-suckin' lesbian who defied Lord Jesus
and whose demon-life ended as an incarnation of 1 brown flea's pus
in a fiat flat Earthen core of stuff where cycles cycle with futzy fuss
'neath the greasy hair knots of Pittsburgh's mongrelized street mutts