of all thats sad
and all ive done
a new disgust has had to come
then came embrace
his mind in dream
a memory to erase
this vile distaste
the national anthem
while i sleep in bed
the horny phantom
a rush of blood to the head
the pole ignites
the pole inflates
yet he presses on
with full dictate
inflation conjured
with oblivion
the pole matures
the gates have opened
unintentional
its emotional
the moment is unfavourable
the joys of erection
the downs in secretion
this soul is deep
in stark dejection
his deepest contrition
for what had happened
he cannot fathom
that incident
the pole ignited
a stem of steel
for now he hides
this sausage veal
this life ive had
this **** is bad
and from what ive done
thank god it did not come
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