My Pen thought it would rape me today.
So did she.
So did he.
my asshole is my deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret
everything else about me is somehow illuminated, shallow and obvious
i'm not a difficult man
i shower regularly
all that i'm asking for here are the rights to my own asshole
who could deprive me of that?
don't even look at it.
it isn't there for your curiosity
it isn't yours
the end of the track
not the beginning
and if you want to get close to it leap down to one of the brown locomotives
hanging by my ass hair begging me not to drop it into hell
that is what the toilet is
everything that is gone is flushed down a toilet somewhere
every smidgen of talent you waste
every dollar you spend
flushed down the toilet somewhere!
isn't that what they say?
you could lick my toilet seat if you want a piece so bad
it could be moist and arousing
couldn't we say that too?
i don't see a backstage pass
to my ass
From the dick trickory of millions of women trembling their hindquarters on youtube feeds,
to the ass slappery of 90s vh1 whores on music videos
i would rather piss croutons than look at you let alone grant you access to my apple fuckin pie!
This is between me and the Pen!