O! what a pompous, windsome arse
Thou art. O! what a torment I
Experience 'pon seeing thee
And what a grave worldweary sigh
I have to give when thou art near
And how I wish that thou wouldst die.
Ineffable! 'tis what it is!
No use that I should fuss o'er my
Words for they could ne'er express
How much I would like that you fly
Some distance from the slippery roof
Of your house -- better said, "pigsty."
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Anton Jack-Off
Notes: none.
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