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?”