One of  Edna's "randyhornbag" collection of erotica.

i am a ******* *****
   and that's not a metaphor
it's the total ******* truth
   i'm a ******* forsooth
it's what i do for work
   i'll **** or **** or ****
off any man or beast
   i don't care in the least
young boys old men fat freaks
   i get them all most weeks
i'll have any kind of ***
   cash only and no cheques

i suppose you think it's funny
   to **** fat men for money
to have countless alien *****
   often stinking like old socks
shoved up my pretty *****
   kept artificially juicy
to make the fools imagine
   i'm oozing jissom for them
it's not the best of jobs
   ******* total strangers' knobs
pretending to like vile men
   when if i could i'd flay them

i rarely **** for pleasure
   i no longer have the measure
of love and tender feeling
   of kisses phlegm congealing
my private sexlife's twisted
   i love being thrashed and ******
i crave darkest degradation
   masochistic *******
so if you think it's funny
   ******* men for money
let me be quite blunt
   if you think so you're a ****

A slight quiver from the bow in your back
I come on strong like a fatal attack
Hunting you down
A hushed whimper in your throat condemns
The subtle undertones of shameful whims
Cutting you down

A silent breakdown in the guise of guilt
Laying waste to a temple built
Crumbling down
A lucid dream where you all four come
Expecting nothing, but for me to run
Gunning you down

So, it has come down to this
Sinking further between your lips
Holding your hips I aim to fix
This memory with another hit

Self-soothe with a fading bruise
All there is left of you
Leaving you down
Tip off the cops in this ****** plot
Left unpursued with a final thought
Burning you down

So, it has come down to this
Sinking further between your lips
Holding your hips I aim to fix
This memory with another hit
Erase her graceful face
Erase her staying taste
Erase her hopeful trace
Erase her
Erase her

(Ich möchte sehen, dass Sie sich für Ihre Unwissenheit brennen. Ich will sehen Sie spucken Blut, du verdammte Hure. Es gibt nichts, ich will in meinem Leben, außer dich leiden sehen aus erster Hand. Ich könnte glücklich sterben wissen Sie nahm das eigene Leben, also, wenn Sie wirklich wollen, mich glücklich zu machen, dann gehen ******* do it. Ich werde weinen gottverdammten Tränen der Freude, wenn du weg bist, dass eine Garantie ist. Gehen Sie weiter und hassen mich, weil ich krankhaft bin, aber dieses realisieren: Sie wissen nicht, Scheiße, und du wirst nie, du Fotze stur. Ich werde dich in der Hölle zu sehen.)

Un homme riche, sot et vain,
Qualités qui par fois marchent de compagnie,
Croyait pour tous les arts avoir un goût divin,
Et pensait que son or lui donnait du génie.
Chaque jour à sa table on voyait réunis
Peintres, sculpteurs, savants, artistes, beaux esprits,
Qui lui prodiguaient les hommages,
Lui montraient des dessins, lui lisaient des ouvrages,
Écoutaient les conseils qu'il daignait leur donner,
Et l'appelaient Mécène en mangeant son dîner.
Se promenant un soir dans son parc solitaire,
Suivi d'un jardinier, homme instruit et de sens,
Il vit un sanglier qui labourait la terre,
Comme ils font quelquefois pour aiguiser leurs dents.
Autour du sanglier, les merles, les fauvettes,
Surtout les rossignols, voltigeant, s'arrêtant,
Répétaient à l'envi leurs douces chansonnettes,
Et le suivaient toujours chantant.
L'animal écoutait l'harmonieux ramage
Avec la gravité d'un docte connaisseur,
Baissait par fois la hure en signe de faveur,
Ou bien, la secouant, refusait son suffrage.
Qu'est-ce ci ? Dit le financier :
Comment ! Les chantres du bocage
Pour leur juge ont choisi cet animal sauvage !
Nenni, répond le jardinier ;
De la terre par lui fraîchement labourée
Sont sortis plusieurs vers, excellente curée
Qui seule attire ces oiseaux :
Ils ne se tiennent à sa suite
Que pour manger ces vermisseaux ;
Et l'imbécile croit que c'est pour son mérite.

or·gasm/ˈôrˌɡazəm/noun
noun: ******;                        n               plural noun: *******
1.     a ****** of ****** excitement, characterized
by feelings                      of pleasure  centered in the genitals
and        (in men &                         women) experienced as an
accompaniment to *******      or squirting.
verb: ******;      3rd person present: *******;
past tense: orgasmed; past participle:
orgasmed;         gerund or present participle:           orgasming
1.              experiencing     an ******.
Origin:      late 17th century: from French orgasme,
or from modern Latin Orgasmus,        from Greek orgasmos,
  (         ,                 ,         ) from [***** ‘to swell or be excited’]
*****/*****/noun: *****; plural noun: *******;     noun: a *****
1.                  a female dog, wolf, fox, or otter.
2.                                  informal;             ­             a difficult or unpleasant
                                     situation
                                     or thing.
"the stove is a ***** to fix"
synonyms: nightmare; informal:     *******, ******, —— from hell, stinker
"a ***** of a job"
3.                                          informal:       ­                               a complaint.
"my big *****                             is that there's nothing new here"
verb:                                             informal
verb: *****;     3rd person present:  *******;
       past tense: *******; past participle: *******;
       gerund or present participle: *******
1.                 express displeasure; grumble.
"they ***** about everything"
synonyms: complain, whine,         grumble, grouse; informal:        whinge, moan, grouch, gripe
"they ******* about the price of oil"
Origin:       Old English bicce, of Germanic origin: ****
                                        kənt/noun              ****** slang
noun: ****;         plural noun: *****
a woman's genitals.
Origin:          Middle English:                      of Germanic origin;
related to Norwegian and Swedish dialect
                kunta, and Middle Low German,
Middle Dutch, and Danish dialect
          kunte:        .slat·tern/ˈsladərn/noun:                            
  "I've dated many    slatterns & can only
                         hope to date many more."  
noun: slattern; plural        noun: slatterns
a *****, untidy woman.
Origin;      mid 17th century: related to
slattering ‘slovenly,’                                                      ­from dialect slatter
           ‘to spill, slop,’ frequentative
              of slat ‘strike,’ of unknown frequency;                 ****/hôr/archaic:                              literary                   ­               adjective: ****
1.   grayish white;
            gray or gray-haired with age;                noun: ****
1. hoarfrost.               Origin: Old English hār,                of Germanic origin;
related to German                        hehr ‘majestic, noble.’
what a nightmare;     it would be as if  
if I were the last one                    speaking
English in my neighborhood; I
would set up a poetry   reading
& share the nightmare  w/ my
neighbors; girls           who speak no
English & moms         who speak no
English as I declaim          in ranting
free verse & gibberish what a
nightmare  it is to be the only
person there         who speaks English
night·mare/ˈnītˌmer/noun: nightmare;
plural noun:                 nightmares
a frightening or unpleasant dream.
"I had nightmares after watching the horror movie"
synonyms: bad dream, night terrors;            archaic:  incubus & succubus
"she woke     from a nightmare"
a terrifying or very unpleasant  n                experience or prospect:
"the nightmare of racial hatred"
synonyms: ordeal, trial, torment,
horror, hell, misery, agony, torture,
                    ******; curse, bane
"the journey     was a nightmare"
a person, thing,           or situation that
        is                         very difficult to deal with.
                        "buying a good (               ) wine can be a nightmare
if you don't know enough    about it"
synonyms: ordeal, trial, torment,
horror, hell, misery, agony, torture,
******; curse, bane "the journey
was a nightmare" Origin: Middle English
(denoting a female evil spirit thought
to lie upon and suffocate sleepers):
from night + Old English                   mære ‘incubus.’

ar·cane/ärˈkān/adjective:                              arcane
understood by few; mysterious or secret.
"modern math &               its arcane notation"
synonyms: (             ) mysterious,  secret;
enigmatic, esoteric, cryptic,               obscure,
abstruse, recondite, recherché,                        impenetrable,          opaque
d­ifficult,     poetry, (                       ), "processes as old & arcane
as the language of the law"
Origin: mid 16th century: from Latin arcanus,
from arcere ‘to shut up,’ from arca ‘chest.’

ab·struse/abˈstro͞os,əbˈstro͞os/adjective: abstruse
difficult to understand; obscure; [snooch]
"an abstruse philosophical inquiry" [oracular]
synonyms: obscure, arcane, esoteric, little
known, recherché, rarefied, recondite,
difficult, hard, puzzling, perplexing, cryptic,
enigmatic, Delphic,                 complex,
[complicated]                  ,        involved, over/above/as above/so below/
one's head, incomprehensible,    
                   unfathomable,
impenetrable, mysterious
"her abstruse arguments were hard to        mfollow"
Origin: late 16th century: from Latin        abstrusus
‘put away, hidden,’ from abstrudere          ‘conceal,’
from ab- ‘from’ + trudere ‘to push.’
****/                       slət/noun:                    derogatory
noun: ****; plural noun: *****
                                   [#1 **]
a woman who has many casual ****** partners.
synonyms: promiscuous woman, *******,
       *****; informal:   ******, *****, ******, hustler; dated:     ****,
scarlet woman, loose woman, *****, trollop;
archaic:                  harlot, strumpet, wanton
"she dressed like a **** and didn't act much better"
2. date a woman with low standards of cleanliness.
Origin:            Middle English: [of unknown origin].
*****
hôr/noun                                                  derogatory
­noun: *****; plural noun: ******
1. [                               ]
a ******* is not necessarily
a promiscuous woman. verb: *****;
               3rd person present: ******; [nor (       )
                       is a **** always a *******]
      past tense: ******; past participle:
      ******; [once a *****...]
      gerund or present participle: *******
1.                                      (of a woman) work as a *******.
"she spent                        her life ******* for dangerous men"
synonyms: work as a *******,
  sell one's body, sell oneself, be on the streets
"she spent her life *******"
(of a man)                           use the services of prostitutes.
   noun: ******* (                       ), (          );  (                 )
"he lived by night, indulging                in his two hobbies,
                               ******* and eating"
synonyms: use prostitutes; archaic:                                   *****
"the men ****** and drank"
debase oneself by doing something
           for unworthy motives, typically
           to make money.
"he had never ****** after money"
Origin:        late Old English hōre, of Germanic origin;
related to                        Dutch **** and German Hure,
from an Indo-European root                          shared by Latin carus ‘dear.’

Oh, how Medic hated staying at the base while everyone else went out onto the battlefield. He was tired of being left out, even if he had special chores to take care of. The cool metal against your throat made you shiver. He pulled on his rubber gloves and smiled at the slight fear in your eyes. “Ready, Verräter?” He slowly traced the outline of your face with his scalpel. You barely flinched. “Or are you going to be cooperative and share with me your little secrets?” His accent was so endearing that if you weren't in this situation you would definitely be trying to call you the most degrading of names.
You didn’t answer and his smile grew. You swallow and he starts examining you. Gloved hands grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes. He definitely got some pleasure as you watched helplessly. “Too bad, you know? You are pretty good-looking. I wonder what I’ll do to you if you don't tell me.”
To be honest, you were actually somewhat enjoying this. This felt like a thrill rather than life-threatening. He slowly receded the razor tip of his tool and instead turned his attention to your torso. “Hold still, Hure.” Your breath hitched. “Or tell me where the Blu team keeps their intel.”
His voice made you melt. Trying to gain composure, you wouldn’t give in too easily. “I- I don’t know.” You lied through your teeth.
He slowly removed your shirt and it took all of your wills to not mold up into his touch. “Which part of you should I cut first?” The cool air hit your chest as you took shallow breaths. He grinned as you writhed under him. “Answer me, Schlampe.” You didn’t know who enjoyed this more. Him, or you. He ran a hand on your thigh tantalizingly. You flinched, lurching up, but the collar on your throat choked you and forced you back down. The unlicensed doctor let out a chuckle “It seems you don’t understand the threat on your life. Tell me the intel and I might let you go. Don’t, and you’ll never leave. Well, at least not alive.”
You stayed silent, both in fear and genuine interest about what he was going to do.
“I think we’ll start with your lips.” His hand went back up to your face, blade teasing your mouth. Soon enough, he pressed it into your skin, ever so slowly, dragging out the pain. A deep moan came from your mouth as the blood seeped down to your chin. He smiled.
“Do you like this, Schlampe?”
You blushed and bit your lip, avoiding eye contact. “Y-yes.” You admitted ashamedly
He laughed. “My, my, my. Whatever will I do with you?” He pressed harder and slashed against your cheek. “But I think I know a way to get words out of your mouth.”  He released the grip on your jaw. He pulled off a glove and ran his hand down to your navel. Goosebumps formed on your skin and sent chills down your spine. His hand tugged on the waistband of your pants. Looking back up at your face, you nod as he goes a little further. “How desperate you are. Even when threatened, you still want this. Pitiful.”  Half naked and strapped on the rather cold operation table, you were shivering. Tugging at your restraints, you pleaded.
“Please don’t tease.” He leaned in close, a maniacal grin on his face and hot breath fanning onto your throat.
“You’re not in the position to be giving me orders. Now, tell me. Where do you keep your intel?” Medic’s hand played with the hem of your undergarments. You bucked up into him, begging for anything. “Tell me, Hündin. You will not get what you want until you tell me.” Finally, you give in.
“I-it’s in the base. T-the kitchen. Soldier insists on hiding it there.”
“Gut gemacht.” He let go of your leg and brought his hand up to your mouth. “**** on them for me.” He said, running his fingers on your bloodied cheek. You eagerly took them into your mouth. He was amused at your enthusiasm. It really turned him on how quick you were to please him. Your tongue ran across each one with fervor, ignoring the metallic taste. You nearly whined when he pulled out. “That's enough for now.”
His attention was focused on your lower regions as he focused on caressing your thighs. Carefully sliding your undergarments out of the way, he slowly slid a finger into you. You mewled out, not daring to have any care, who would hear? Knuckle deep, he chuckled. “Want more?”
“Yes, please.” Slowly and steadily, he added another, stretching you out.
“So well mannered, without instruction.” He marveled, curling them, and slowly moving in and out. “Maybe I should keep you as a pet of mine?” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the thought. You licked at the blood pooling near your lips. Medic smiled and leaned into your ear. "You're doing so well, Liebling." You shuddered. "I want to wreck this tight little hole of yours. I want to break you."
"Doctor," you moaned. "Faster, please." He did as asked and sped up his pace, a  satisfied grunt coming from him. He fingered you roughly, taking pride in how loud you moaned for him.
He palmed his ******* with his other hand. He quickly uncuffed your hands, "Touch me." You obeyed and grabbed his clothed member, grinding against it.
"Doctor. I'm going to ***!" You tensed up.
"Not yet, Liebling." He said. "You'll hold it until I say so." You frowned, trying to resist it. You slid past his slacks and grabbed his ****, precum dripping into your palm.
"I didn't give you permission to do that." He moaned. "But, I'll allow it." Already slick, you ****** him off slowly. Gradually, your speed increased as you fought against your ******. You moaned as you edged yourself.
"Please, Doctor!" you cried out.
"G-go ahead."
It hit you hard. You screamed and violently convulsed, legs shaking. You continued your ******* until the German man finished on your face. You took a minute to catch your breath.

"God we need to do this soon."