Tell
me, dear humanzee,
How
round is your Love?
I
wanna know.
I
simperly gotta know.
What
was it whenwhatwhy – or both?
Now
or foreverish
Until
the same time yet again before-
Or
thou shalt
never
seize
the pain!
In
the vast splendishness
Of
da
stuff-'n'-stuff,
Wherefore
art thou, my Lovely Round One?
To
be you.
To
feel you.
Untoish
all the way down?
Blandishments
a-forth a-go-go,
Until
this amazingly bluest day... Yes?
Oh!...
oh!... oh!... oh butthole... no!
Resplendent
in the mire
Of
my grovelling smish,
We
awoke together
In
a deepity field
Of the purest shite.
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