Dummy dust and ignorance nourish the lowly flock
Those turkeys must gobble so craving endless cock!
A rainbow of pigments assuredly one must posit
Tonight is the night they creep out of that lonely closet?
Always a’ prowling in search of virgin walls
Such a public location to rattle each others balls!
Down upon sullen knees that inner voice does say
“Why am I so unable to pray the gay away?”
Through a tiny nozzle the medium pleasantly flows
What a midnight masterpiece down the hatch it goes!
In Dennis’ mind the obvious query did so briefly pass
“Why does Silva’s pecker taste like Vespa’s ass?”
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