To reconcile all the parts which are me…
More hard to grow myself a long penis.
Throw into the wind all parts which are she;
cutting up those limbs which are a menace.
The most dreadful organ which is my brain,
cannot be removed, save lobotomy.
A thousand vaginas dancing in rain;
I’d laugh off my ass, what a sight to see!
Dreadful thoughts collide looking in from out.
Looking out from in is even more foul.
Spout from Old Faithful no more than a pout
from the lips of my mind when they do growl.
Let me imbibe poison from many cups;
World 3-1, I won infinite one-ups.