I'm done repressing my gayness
Because it's the "Christian" thing to do.
I will wear ******* rainbow ****** pasties
And march in a pride parade
If I please
And then go to church and praise Jesus
And God and the Holy Spirit
For making the way I am
And how I am
Because he made me perfect.
I am gay
I am Christian
I am proud to be both.

pasties on a $10 stripper..
oh how you make them shake.
taking men's money,
no matter what’s at stake.
gotta feed the kids
some how, some way..
left behind a life
that was broken and fraid.
cold lonely nights,
but I'm sure you've brought someone home,
I know you have problems sleeping alone.
breath of cheap beer,
heart full of fear..
I knew you what path you'd choose,
you don't know it yet,
you're gonna loose.

A delicious little bakery
is only down our street
the smell of baking bread
well.. it really is a treat

It is run by Mrs ******
she is just so very charming
but she is a little clumsy
it's really quite alarming

You see,
she does her best to make the cakes
and bake such tasty bread
but the currants just go everywhere
and in the pies instead

And in the Cornish pasties
there is very often nuts
and in the fruit pie filling
bacon and beef cuts

But she seems to be quite fancy
well there has been many rumours
of her and the deliveryman
well... she flashes him her bloomers

But she really is so charming
poor soul.. she has the worst mishaps
like when she inadvertently
displayed her finest baps

And no one will forget
when in came a group of nuns
all asking some tea cakes
but out popped her Chelsea buns

But she really is a riot
you can't help but love her so
she give you all you ask for
in a bargain box 'to go'

And she takes care of her customers
and gives out treats to sample
you'll never go home hungry
you'll end up with quite a armful

So if you get a moment
take a stroll just down our street
to Mrs ******'s bakery
she really is a treat.

Pasties and poo,what a mix.
Taste much better than weetabix.
Trouble is, it sort of sticks.
To my teeth and my plate.
But it still tastes great!
Mum says the poo is a kind of salami,
I think my Mum is completely barmy!

In Alarias eyes lies
a roast lamb mountain,
on a sea of the worlds
bestest gravy.
between her thighs
is peas pudding n pies,
cornish pasties,
crimped and savoury.

Do you know the muffin man?,
Its not a nursery rhyme,
He haunts kids dreams with horrid scenes,
The scream from time to time.

His apron smelled of cinnamon,
His finger nails were clean,
He brought the nicest cookies home,
Mommys face would gleam.

He came to school two days a wek,
And gave out yummy pasties,
He chose kids very carefully,
Rejection made him nasty.

She found it out the hard way,
When she pulled away from him,
He told them she was telling lies,
He tore her from within.

Her mommy looked so horrified,"How could you?",
She would say,
"Poor daddy brings such good things home,
You will be sent away".

Society believed this man,
And Cherry went away,
Asylum life was home for her,
For 10 years and 4 days.

So many children broke their silence,
And accusations heightened,
They spoke of muffins molestations,
Mommy became frightened.

They came in droves to talk to Cherry,
From shrinks to talk show hosts,
They helped her open up,
And talk about those childhood ghosts.

Now, muffin man has ***** hands,
And spends his life in prison,
But left behind are countless kids,
Cause mommy wouldn't listen ...

Anglophilia
An early passion
one cannot say
when or why
perhaps his father's admiration
or was it his mother's apprehension
for them

Leaves of sweet ruby tea
hot ginger pasties
glory of candle skinned  ladies
the warm eyes and cold hearts
what lovely cats you have

Avon flows, its quiet cenote waters
surrounding the poetical urns
Cheery children
noses against windows
those of shopkeepers
that smothered
Napoleon

Yes, Avon flows
the timely midnight trains
to a myriad country stations
all the many
noble selfish
ideals
Joy of bright roses
in a small garden below
where the Keats still play
Adam and Eve
and hear the City's pride
its mechanical soul  
sing its hollow lonely tune again
Oh, where did all the angels go?

I have drunk your water, and thus your wine,
Though I choked upon the former's salty brine.
Lapped up delusions of dehydration.
Oceans now praised as a denomination.

Drainage…I drank it…I drank your milkshake!
Pillaged claims of an Arctic at stake.
Ruskies, Chankoros, and Yankees all alike,
All willfully ignoring Canada’s most northernly spike.

I guess I need to confess that this immaculate mess is mine
I'm blessed with the burden that's so divine
Like growing vines that encase you
Replace who makes you wait two times as long
Rhyme a song, find a **** and hoot it
Life's the ****, so shoot it
Who knew that you would be
So blue doing what you were created for
I hate it more than I love it
Covet not
Pop shove it
Stop taking all the credit
Or I'll edit you out
Embedded in doubt
Have you ever drowned in a drought?
Some people call it the pasties
The way they see me is their own business
I live this particular way
Because it was how I was made
Blame the manufacturer
Mother nature fractured her brain
The rain, it cleanses
Life through new lenses
This world needs a bath
To wash away the senseless
Defenseless against the dark arts
There's hard parts of the head
Starts out red
But it slowly flows from a blood rose to burgundy
Heard it from me
The colour pallet awaiting the paint canvas
**** this train of thought went from Katmandu to Kansas
I cant stand this
How its all jumbled and mumbled together
Whether or not it fits the plot is obsolete
Not so sweet with the transitions as far as the topic goes
It stops it goes
It's hot it's cold
I do not know where these thoughts grow
Though I'm content with whatever the noggin sent
To the mouth hole
Like my vocabulary got a toboggan sled
And rode it to the south pole
Faster than Clark Griswald with his fancy *** sled wax
That tore down the mountain with lightning speed
It's frightening we'd
Do something so unrealistic because we sit
Amidst this oblong box
Listen to these odd, long talks
And say hey, they did it, why cant we
How bad could it be?
National lampoon did it flawlessly.

I thought that he was going to discuss
What the fuss is about
But now, how wide we've strayed
Played his word game
This is an absurd sane
Must be crazy
But it don't phase me
Cause I know one day, you'll have nothing to say
And you'll attempt to paraphrase me
Saves me the head and the heart ache
Taking the time to lay low
In this forsaken day glow
Swim over to Havana
Have a banana with Jose Conseco
Hey go on and on
Like donkey kong
Sing me the donkey song
You know, by blue rodeo?
Oh we go on for days
In this phase of saying whatever comes to mind
Have some of mine
The thought process of this confession
Was nothing but
What?
Merely electricity
Created almost instantly
The consistency as you can see
Is never there but I never care
Ever stare at your own hands when you're not high
I am every single line that my thumb has defined
Deoxyribonucleic acid trip
Hey hey hey that just mean DNA
We can play because of this double helix
I can feel it
So surreal its as though I know myself through code
I could explode and I would be only mathematically scattered
I'm flattered that you might feel bad but you're
Overthinking it
Trust me I know
Because I have the capacity
Not to let me demons show
Its me that goes all this way
Monthly second Sundays
To say whatever the hell I have to
Have a laugh or two
Between these increments of sadness
This attraction to madness
Is tearing me limb from limb
Not being a simpleton
It's not an easy task
Ask me about the weather
And I'll mentally kick your ***
PASS
On to the next subject
Ejected that last *** hat because
He was too plain yogurt
If I could have a super power
It would be a one punch, with no hurt
Just to assert logic and rationality
To take you out of your shoes
And place you in reality
Now that we can free you of your amigo
The ego
Can we go on with this metamorphosis
And realise how **** poor this is
Of course this is not the zenith
To how we live
It's a semi civilized society at best
Dividing and devising
Study for the riot test

Curve your enthusiasm with a lyrical ******
Have em once a day like vitamins
The devil, I'll invite him in
Just to look and see what evil truly wants from me
Haunting me constantly
Cant we see that these demons
Even though they're within us
We cannot let them win us
Thus, Me.
I befriend the deep end
The creatures of the week end
We spend a tremendous part of living
Not forgiving ourselves
For **** we had no control over
I'm ******* over it
No longer sober
For I've felt the weight without a crutch
It's such a heavy head to carry
Variables and hairy situations
Enter the train station
Every single person here needs a brain vacation
Its the moderation that gets me in trouble
Double the dose it goes slower the time
When you're intertwined with cloud nine
I'm proud that I have recognized
What resides inside of me
Leo is the lion
But I have no pride to be
The drunken king of the jungle
Iron fist in a stumble
Mumble something dumb?Full of myself but I can still be humble
Dumbledore's sorting hat would slither me in
To slitheryn
For what consists inside of me
I need something to wither in
Considering the very thing that keeps me here is fear.

So to the wolves, throw me
They'll treat me like Mogli
So rogue, I know there's no home to go to
Though I know where I don't belong
I cannot be wrong
I am crucial to the universe?Believe it till I'm in the hearse
Because the worst is always right there?Don't agree
We don't have a word for good dreams,
Cause all we know are nightmares
And I care about it all
I feel the globe in my dome
Actually the galaxy
Is right inside my iris, see?
He who tries to convince me otherwise
With realise that these teal eyes
Keep me safe inside these surreal lies
Why?
Well to recreate this spoken poem
I think I'm from a broken home.
Not in the aspect that my dad wrecked
What it means to be a father.
I could bring it up, but **** it,
Why should I even bother.
But what I meant to mean is this,
And I ain't trying to diss,
Mom gets involved with a man with money
This life is a joke
And ****, its not funny.
He drinks, he drives, he can't see his greed.
He's the reason Alice Cooper wrote
Only Women Bleed
Needed a way out, maybe an outlet
Out to get out of it, and I'm **** well proud of it
How?
Because I get to portray the way you see me.
I don't manifest the detested specimen I'm in.
In fact, I act according to whatever state your head is in.
I'd rather adapt than have to illustrate where the hate originates.
Open the flood gates and explain why the bud makes me feel great.
I'm not okay, and that's just fine.
I wouldn't ask for another life, I want mine
Cause when you combine
Pain and pleasure
It's something you can't measure
You pass gas and someone acts like you're a national treasure.
Better to be loathed for how you help your head
Than to be loved for every little word you've said.
Instead of getting upset, I just like to get high.
It's more socially appropriate
Opposed to sitting inside to cry.
I'm over it, the sober, it's
No life for me
I'd like to see
The colours that only live inside my fantasized make believe
Why??Because I'm alive, god ******
I can live in moderation
You need to work hard to get that californication
No predestination
I create what I want to know
For it goes to show this
Life is thinking that we know bliss
Robbed of what we long for
As if we don't notice
But it's this ******* that we call self
That calls you a ***** and you don't need no help
Because in the end if you depend upon anyone but you
You're hoping that another soul with get you through
Whatever happens to occur
Sure we all could use assistance
But when it's persistent
Then what
Putt putt putt like the little train
Who couldn't do anything by himself
Who would often complain
Drive everyone insane
Till the coffin's a gain
Hey that aint me.

I'm looking for the middle ground
A happy little place where I can make a little sound
So profoundly wound up
I'd hate to unravel
We all want stability
With the ability to travel
To the far off lands that no man has tampered with
To get the whiff of damp air
That the rains just gave you
It will save you
The grave, dude, is a way that you
Give back to the world
And as your body unfurls,
Your presence does not.
Physically you are distant
But never in thought.
Who you are, and what you do,
Will live on
So live long, as long as you can.
Sell your ****, quit your job and buy yourself a van,
And when you get to the end, lend it to some man
Who truly believes he has nothing more to see.
For this man was you.

This mind set, I've sorry, guessing you've been lured in.
I'll leave you to rest
Of the Blessing and the Burden.

The extensions Old French songs from the Latin
( "lying and played Corruption") and "incredulous"
( "If you do not err, the defense is ") (UK) IPA (key)
/ dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP so (This is the third part
of it is just easier; coordinate partners past) (Transitive)
network (only) thing; worse and worse; the rules
of the disease related to the need contest.
Excessive ends (difference by different), which
generally straight away. (Enterprises) or soccer
or a mistake or ***** ***. "Higher bodies,
Nothing changed. Pervy won (not less) compacted
job responsibilities normophilic (Eventually make +)
false measure the past, the past can easily be finished
by the pasties; The angel of the club, the prophet,
It is my filthy *******, perfectly being known, Magic
for political change; You cut declamatory sleep;
In the garden of the withdrawal; From the beginning
to the end strippers in Latin when the matrons
of the land of guns, lights, turned around, and dancing
staying in the machine language of the soul's natural
sea ​​and culture of prostitutes, the powers he wrote
than that of the married woman who gave birth
to the number led to the buried ***** by the cops;
it is the same scent as Einstein's eyes to Peace |
to understand the feeling began to brush your
it is yet moved by means of: a canticle to the Muses,
Maecenas, and on the beach the public corn;
the talk of the nature of the wall,            burning with
Life be certain,        fell watching the makeup overcome
calling in vain to hide and wait for the ****,   teeth living
in the town of the Chinese and the shadows flee away
and many of the stupid are gathered and the dragon
in yellow is driven a broken mistress;      the tube was
removed from her six **** & in glory they are almost
the conversion into flame bright,  warm clothes loved
learning subject to the original knee and foot like a fur

Come warm your hands around me tonight
Let go of the cold restraint that dangle your heart
I have dreamt of this day,
I have long for this hour
Come warm yours hands,
Rebuild your smile, and rebuild the trust

Stand upright at the council meeting my Zula warrior, my king
Unleash the passion within, stop struggling with your feelings
instead, come and fumble with these long, longs chocolate strings

Come warm your hands on my body
And forget the flittering open fire of hatred within her eyes,
It's cold night on the tropical island,
however, it's lavender essential oil on my linens
there's chocolate ******* to be thread.
tasty pasties and edible ******,
it’s warm in my chambers,
its love in my heart,
there is action,
there is passion,
come take a deep look into my eyes
before you address the unsettling crowd
Your Queen would always be by your side.

Stand upright at the council meeting my Zulu warrior, my king
you were meant to rule .................

One day at a boutique shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats

"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy
He seemed to find it quite funny

"We've got some lovely dresses,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some headdresses."
The man blinked rapidly thrice

The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused
He wasn't what I would call dizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the boutique shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find
Dresses, headdresses, you can get
You must now open your mind,
And get down to The Corn Market

So to The Corn Market, I decided to go,
In search of the bats, I craved
The winds it did eerily blow
But I felt that the day could be saved

There were stalls selling tights,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling writes
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady
I wondered if she was at all cool

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some dresses and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

Worry me not because of hazel eyes
Pity me not for transient hands, a transient romance

Pity those who live with a million backs,
Thinking as though they have selection
Merely selections, selections A plethora

No one wants, no one, mark my words
Genuinely wants to **** a ***** *******
Whimsical and flying, a absent look across your pasty face
Intrusive eyes tracing, your snotty nose across that silly face
That silly face you make, lazy used *****
Exercise a little more, won't you?
You're the one who believes he has an ocean

No ocean, no
A little cradle of girls with crumpled hearts
and slits on their embalmed pasties.

I'm disgusted, disgusted, disgusted by these sweaty ball sacks
Arrogance in their snorts, farts and living as though they can be
they can be disgusting, nauseating, revoltingly HUMAN

While I must adorn a satin sleek smile
Hairless ivory and flowery areolas
The ice cool temper of no wavering, no moving forward

Why must I be polished and pretty
Why must I put my soft palate against your sweaty naked jockstrap
Why must I let you crush my skull with your meaty, hairy presence
Choking my throat with disgusting salami of 18 years too late
Am I expected to smile and compliment you for this catastrophe?

No, worry me not that Hazel eyes no longer trace me
Pity me Not that I do not have meaty hands torturing my skull

Feel my liberation in your cold sock of cries.

**** **** *******!

my daughter wants a lift from work
she pays me with frangipanes and pasties
and tubes of sour cream Pringles
(half eaten)
my wife sleeps on the sofa
annoyed
I woke her to say I'm nicking her car
'cause the air con works
(mine doesn't)
dad is in the capable hands of the
undertaker
who are looking after him in the meantime
while I get documents and certificates
to say he died
but none say I was there
none say how much I hurt INSIDE
or how hard it is to pick up the keys
and give my own daughter
a lift home
(from round the corner)
as though it were any other day

In Old French language songs and extensions
("False and happy joke") and a "incredulous"
('If I do not err on defense') (UK) IPA (key)
/ Dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP (this is the third
To easily navigate, contact with their friend)
(transitive) network (not) above; worst and worse;
the rules of the related related issues to the need.
Completion (difference) is almost immediately.
(Enterprises) or soccer either by mistake or ****** immorality.
"Higher body, Nothing changed. Pervy were ||
(not least) compacted normophilic job assignment  
(which can finally be completed) impossible to succeed
in the past past with false heights about pasties;
Angel Club's prophet is there with pencil |||
that we will never be known for political change;
The cult of declamatory sleep; In the garden
of the removal at the outset of the end of the strippers
with Roman matron roots; about the guns, || the lights |
are turning to celebrating staying in the language ||
language of natural; Strength, and culture of the despoiled,
He wrote of the powers of the bridewoman's
Chickens for birth to some of the funerals is no peace,
what is the same, with its pleasant odor enough to the police,         that's the Einstein face,
the brush began to feel understood
                        but he did not move
through the song of the muses,     Maecenas and the coastlands,
the grains of grain; Nature is a flame of fire set
in a hold of victory over a few overly made up models
is falling and they will stand in vain perfect,
**** the eggs of the living Chinese,
for the shadows of the city, room, and many people
are fools gathered and the collection of broken tubes of yellow
is extracted from her girlfriend, leaving
the six bookmarks quite famous;                The whitening of               |
their white glow loves yeast; The teachings
of the original sucker's knee and the ankles of the first thief

French and other threats ( "A"), "big" ( "If you do not have a solution solution") (Portugal), IPA (days) / Djip / m Varsaja
(Contracts Center, the soccer and the relationship
If you are (at least) Questions on the bad
At the end of the run (         ) The fact that there has been adulterated.
"The high level". These are (more or less)
The number of carrots;    And finally free;
             You're probably not having problems with the clothing store.
The demand for military duty keepers
and I do not need to master Roman packages
            ||  When young people, "a" thank you
The nurse is to learn about Darwin; Where is the box? no football.
The police are the police.              I am, however, does not change;
Thanks to the beginning and the games of Others,
                            however, to the list of apps. add
Low power
No  effect,
and loose
in the city,
many are happy;
Combine them with gas,                    limit Six out of the air and pray
OK. the finger; French, French
The bad (for error) Bonjua: Up (UK) IPA (Tibet)
/ Dɪpờeɪv / Kumari (SP), is not easy.
Staff (traffic) torment and evilRigel to the patient (or football) City,
Turkey Other users (at least one)
The (+) and mixed with a sudden - - - - - - - - - -
Azure ( "or"),                    and even the French, French
Music ( "lies and intrigue and fraud")
and a "lazy" ( "a mistake; Champion ') (UK) IPA (key)
/ dɪpờeɪv /                 ****** - SAP (is simple; Ṣiṣekojọpọ by partners,
except the Middle Ages)                                      (Transitive) network
(not) do nothing; worse and worse
The terms of the needs of the disease;
competition. The torque (variant
The various) line. (Plan), or soccer
Terry ignorance of six. "Are agents;
Nothing has changed. Pervy (not less)
offices that serve normophilic                     (+) Can be easily carried
out Illusion pasties covering glaciers - - - - - - - - - - -
"Pinicala" === percent) (Greek) (kiwi) / opposite
/ Web (the other is simple:           "What? Now where are you going?
(); Memory of the disease in the red.
| I do not know (Link) only (no goal) football
What? The dry is it? To play computer (see below)
(Iyanṣe good diet) or false In mid-patient treatment
I was in the UK for the last Bloomberg
What black hair. In particular,          I will give you,
however, to say unto him, I am, except in order
that it may do all these things,
                         All they wanted to talk to him about  was
In the application.     Carrots influence around the world.
Or once a large etc. Update nothing special gold, [              ]:
- Vipakhi Upton

Extensions of Old French,
from the Latin song ("lying, committing adultery, corruption")
to "disobedient"   ("should not be mistaken,
for champion and place ") | (UK) IPA (key)
/ dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP yes         (which is the third party
as it is easier coordinated by partners,       the past is past)
(transitive) network (only) do anything; worse and worse
The rules of diseases related to the need
contest. Excessive boundaries (difference
variation by side), which usually occurs
remove from line. (All advice) or soccer
or error or '*** *****. "Templates and bodies,
Nothing changed. Pervy won (not least);
built office offices for normophiliacs,
(+ good eventually) false method
replaced easily past the pasty pasties
The Angel of the club,              the prophet,
learning of Gravity's turpid perfect *******,
Magic of the matter of the revolution:
Thou hast cut to paint his sleep,
of the garden of the withdrawal
of one end of the stripper in Latin;
the mothers of the land of the guns,
the lights, turned,                     and dancing
in the living tongue of the soul of the machine
of the natural; and he removed the male cult
of prostitutes;               he wrote for the hosts
of the married women as they gave birth
to a large number of lead poisoned *******
buried by the cops but still having the same smell;
[It]; Einstein's eye of the peace of the people
began to understand the plastic affection,
but moved by the songs to my Muses
in the public corn; the shore of the Maecenas,
the wall of the talking, burning with the talent
of *****,        Ivan should be certain is fallen,
watch,         and to overcome the makeup's
calling from secret messages to the in vain
to wait for the **** with the teeth of the living,
and of the shadow of the Chinese town
of the stupid hardness of the company
are gathered together a monster,      the yellow
broken their mistresses the pulse has been
removed and **** and the glory of the six pipes
are almost the conversion of the Flamma
to bright warm clothes,      loved learning
from the reality of the origin of a hairy foot & knee

That was also the French, French
Music ( "lies and intrigue and fraud")
and a "slack" ( "to be in error;
And lead ") (UK) IPA (key) / dɪpờeɪv /
****** - SAP so (Which is so simple;
Ṣiṣekojọpọ by partners, in addition to the Middle Ages)
(Transitive) network (not) do nothing; worse and worse
The terms of the needs of the disease
competition.        The torque (variant
by variations) which generally
lines away. (Proposal) or soccer
either through ignorance or six *****.
"Is the representative and,
Nothing has changed. Pervy (not less)
constructed office mailing normophilic
(+) Illusion can easily be carried out
hidden under pasties - - - - - - - - - - -The appeal of the DEPRAVER
to Old French from the Latin twist   ( "pervert, adulterate, corrupt")
to the "perverse ("need not be distorted,
                             perverse and evil").        Complaints Commission
(UK) IPA (key) / dɪpờeɪv / ****** - SAP eɪv
(who is a third-person as it is simple,
damaged vein of participants,                         the past is past is past)
(transitive) rail (only)               do nothing;                    worse crack:
Terms of diseases related to lack of strong
competition.                                    Angles wrong adjective (variant
iyọtọ not reached by those in the group),                     which usually
deviate from the line. (Any skills) or soccer
or wrong or '***** ***. "Colors and surfaces,
nothing changed.     Pervy accepted (no less)
definition of industry standards normophilic"
(+ deliciously perverted)      process false or
replaced easily past is pasty pasties [           ]

“Come to lovely Looe!” They said,
“And see the Jewel of Cornwall’s shores-
Where Cider, Cheese and Ale and Tea,
And Pasties rare will all be yours!
See Seagulls wheel, and Sardines sport,
In lovely Looe, our River Port –
Where golden beaches tickle toes,
And ***** and Ice Cream please the nose;
In Trago’s woods, hear Peacocks call;
And finest fish is here for all;
Where Farmers till the richest land,
And in the evening form a band;
To play ‘The Floral Dance’ I trow,
Or ‘Trelawny’s Air’ in measure slow.
And should you crave for Chips or Pies,
Or fine dressed Crab, sweet Fudge or Fries,
Then look no further; for the wise
And learned seek no more respite
Or ever eat another bite.
But wait! We have not told you yet
Of Sunshine, Sea and Leatherette;
Where bucket, ***** and children’s hand,
Build Castles fine upon the sand;
Where hardy Souls, in weather fine,
Do swim and frolic in the brine;
Or blessed Looe Island, Where tis whiled,
Our Saviour walked when but a child.
And in the evenings, music plays,
At festivals, and other days;
In taverns local to the town,
Where many a pint is quafféd down.
But ask no more what you should do;
Come join us here! There is no queue!”

I rode my Bike; I went to Looe;
And bless my Soul, It all was true!

I.
Geo. Wash. monument
replaced by the Me Too
monument; tear down
that huge phallus & fill
in the hole; Gretchen
Carlson Memorial so u
can see under her giant
short skirt; Lady Liberty,
renamed Miss Liberty,
was originally designed
not to be shrouded in a
stola but naked in sandals;

restore Miss Liberty to
her original state would
place a sixty foot ****

green woman in New York
Harbor raising a lit torch
for all to see her ***** for
miles around & when u get
right underneath u can see
the fine detail that went into
casting the perfect snooch;

2.
women casually walking outside
naked, men daring not to say
a thing & suddenly conversations
become about serious things
spoken of in earnest b/c u dare
not ever mention the fact that
the women around u are ***-out
starkers; u just keep ur eyes
to urself, buddy, & we'll all get
along; guys go out naked or in
string thongs; little girls display

smooth li'l meat pockets, babies
get changed easier; **** smells,
***** & ****** everywhere;
******* is a bore; no one
even thinks about *** anymore;
genitals are liberated to tell their
own stories; taking on the qualitas
of individuals rather than mere
anonymous vital appendages;
penises run for office & vaginas
give speeches; the person is just
an attachment; it is the ******
that make life & therefore the laws;

3.
the Supreme Court is filled w/ penises
until the President ****** appoints
snooches & the old ***** shrivel up &
die of ED; girls pop those pink pills
& **** guys in the park w/ no names,
no people, no crime; two genitals meet

& it's not a mystery; it's an open PDA;
******, ***** & novels; pasties for
treasured fun; vintage pin-ups treated
                                         like fine-art;
in the future women will rule & walk
naked in complete control at first flying
the re-appropriated ******* (reversed)
& then its precursor the three-legged
tryskelion; symbol of the Gorgon Race

u'll  wind the clock back
to a different time when
colors were in our heads
& she walked the stages
   light of the cosmos
   shining down on her;

  she walked right up to u
& asked u for the time &
u gave it right to her, sent
her into the future   where
she looks around    scared

time-bending is just one
way to whisk young girls

away; too young they
never grow & too old
they'll steal the show;

young boys    howling
for grannies to take  it
all off before  they get
too drunk &   pass out

the Möbius strippers turning
inside out & upside down &
taking it off & putting it on &
walking right up to u in the
                dark club
saying take me away  from all
this & off u both go

into the outside where she goes
down & u go up & give & take

& pull & push; the Möbius stripper
flips her pasties into the  screaming
  
   audience;               paying customers all

going back in time once again
on the gravity wind to change
urself inside the mouth of ur
future mother; time winds back
& starts again  where are u now