That’s Right That’s Right, Just Dig It
Gimme dopium and a lil’ o’ that high yellin’,
boppin’ all around your microcosm
with a bone buttplug and a
cadmium codpiece.
the humpshuffle and groove.
Idiot bleeds bloot and stale pilsner,
lapped up snappy by a happy mute.
Noodlings please the ears of the deaf,
sweet precise penetration to the Drum.
Frantic yet calculated,yes,
witness the shimmy of the Bulbous Broad
Wide eyed and doin’ her business,
like a black eyed squatting squaw,
she stops my advance with a buttercup to the chin.
During the eye-popping apex of a passionate session
she sounds like a freaky mandolin,
various sweats and oils grease
the hot rubber sheets.
Sore from spastic lust and crackerjack crumbs.
Archaic, obscure positions,
secret entanglements,
configurations,
daring maneuvers
and special protruberances
are all employed,
executed deftly and deliberate.
streets of Budapest.
Time to infect with
want and need and Pac-Man Fever.
a fortune to be made in
dildos, gingham and crayfish.
barefoot urchins, orphans
tickled to be blessed with meat-pies.
Nursing mother dog, milky mama,
lactatin’ bee-otch, ol’ swingin’ titties
chowing down behind the morgue
then waddling back to the alcove to feed the pups.
gypsy gypsy
atomic turn-on
dandelion bouquet
and slick infusion of
Joy Sugar.
That’s right that’s right. Just dig it.
Listening to Hawkwind Whilst Astral-Traveling to a Rainbow Gathering
wild sounds
noodling
funneling
into the
common flow
a current cutting through air
heavy with
sweet smells and the stench
overcome,
put under by
brain-crushing
trillings
the humming is
distorted fuzzed out
flubbed into a bludgeon
chalky face of fungus
smiling,
scary in shadows
sliced in half by
lasers
screaming in through the
hole of glory
tremors from the Root
a primordial quiver
leading to climax
you cum like the Sun
center of the universe,
rockin’ cosmic g-spot
absorb all energies
squirm hard and make
a good fuck face
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