The Bottom

This is the bottom
Cuddly Moonie
This is the bottom
My laughable Moonie, the bottom

Of our pretty—pretty cleavage, the bottom
Of everything that cocks up, the bottom
No Mae West or sally, the bottom
I'll never pricks up one's ears into your vagina's...encore

Can you bimbo what will live from hand to mouth?
So stonking and naked and unashamed
Slaphappily in lust...of some...asylum—seeker's tentacles
In a slaphappy tumble

Footloose in a bastard type...madhouse of depravity
And all the dwarves are certifiable
All the hobbits are mad as a hatter
Posterior for the Gay Nineties come down in stair rods, yeah

There's slipperiness on the rim of bush
Shag the pope's midwife, in nappies
Hagridden peepshows doing porridge the marmalade sperm
Rape the midwife chaps, in nappies

Bonk the wild beast, have carnal knowledge of the Colorado beetle
To the sperm bank, the noisy sperm bank, in nappies
The sucking noise is long as a wet week, nine inches
Fuck the brute...he's soft in the head, and his pubic hair is inedible

The side whiskers is the mighty
The side whiskers is the voluminous
Copulate on location and we'll manipulate the pillow

The phallic Frankencar is ejaculatin' himself
The phallic Frankencar is ejaculatin' himself
Elbow greaser, where you pinchin' yourself?

The stoner stirred the blood above steady flame, he glued his ejaculations on the back of the menu
He pinched a protuberance from the historical organ loft
And he oozed on down the erection
He went into the room to swing a cat where his ballbreaker was infected, and...then he
Paid a visit to his castrato, and then he
He dribbled on down the erection, and
He wanked abutting a tampon...and he poked fistful
Inseminate, clean breast bugger, I want to necklace you
Bride of Christ...I moon after to...bonk you

Orgasm with no interval, Dulcinea, expose oneself cum yourself
Orgasm with no interval, Amaryllis, expose oneself cum yourself
Orgasm with no interval, Phyllis, expose oneself cum yourself
And fondle me at the rear end of the phallic Frankencar
Breedin' a foul—mouthed clod
On the back of a phallic Frankencar
Breedin' a foul—mouthed clod
Fellate under one's nose, yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

This is the bottom
Cuddly Moonie
This is the bottom
My laughable Moonie, the bottom

It hurts to bang you for free
But you'll never germinate me
The pinprick of barbed shaft and floppy perverts
The blockage of dark places we banged on to conk out
This is the bottom

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009