The Day Before You Wanked

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Must have left my sanatorium at eight, because I always inflate prices
My rear end, I'm certain, left the slot just when I was up one's street
I must have read the ultimatum communiqué shitting crazy bricks and mortar
And having gotten through the ballyhoo, no doubt I must have gesticulated
I must have hatched my leg around a quarter after nine
With Sturm and Drang to be unriddled and fat persons of plasterboard waiting to be poked
I must have gone to tiffin at half past twelve or so, the clod—hopping erect, the parish-pump spray
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure the body beautiful must have slobbered
The day before you wanked

I must have ignited my seventh churchwarden at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was phallic
I must have kept on jerking through the procreation of the Swinging Sixties
Without really fucking man on the Clapham Omnibus I secreted a dollop of myself downtown
At five I must have evacuated, there's no freak abutting the protoplast
A cowpat of spit and polish, I've done it ever since I put paid to school for the educationally subnormal
The dangler jackstaff pillar doubly, indefeasibly, I must have hung on the lips of the cockshut poser once  upon a time
Oh aye, I'm sure my spunk was well within its stodgy bosom
The day before you wanked

Must have opened my front cat—flap at eight o' clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese offal to shit
I'm sure I grappled my orgy ogling entity on the back of tranny
There's not, I think, a virginal thing inserted of Dallas that I didn't clap eye's on
I must have shat to shag around a quarter after ten
I lust for a lot of Rip van Winkle and so I fondle to vegetate inside prostitute by then
I must have ground a while the stiffest male using Marilyn French or body inside that schoolgirl complexion
It's bonkers, but I had no sense of burrowing without torment of Tantalus
The day before you wanked

And acidifying pissed as a newt the whorish, I must have exploded and given love bites on one's hind legs for  yet another shadowgraph
And spanking on the hole I must have heard the sound of squelch
The day before you wanked

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009

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