Some blood pumping activity
Can take the place of the pipe
If I want it
If I try
But there's a pattern for me
A **** loop i do regularly
Something in my inner deep
Comes up to the shallows
And swallows me
Down a dreadfull piscine throat
To a hell of unknown provoke
Inside the belly of the beast
I scrabble my phone
Grasping relief
"Dude are you home?"
In my hands soon
Is a soft green rope
A ten bag of Cally with powerful poke
Lighting the pipe and taking hold
Out with the bubbles
A most gentle blowhole
Breaching to my inland sofa
Where the sun is sitting now
Put on the kettle
Let's have another round