When I first met you, I knew I loved you.
Now that one + one is two, I don't wanna
cum inside of you. Now I kiss your lips,

now I mount your hips. Now I read
your mind, your slimey hind--Sublime!
I'm feeling the peeling, mind reeling.

I race unto the plague. I'll bring you
a big coat of butter--to slick your
dead dick way. I'm in love with a

dead dog...
Paw in fist we stalk through the
rutabaga garden. We've been to the clinic,

we know our love is clean. We walk to-
gether, but fill up seperately. We share
a cheese ball. We just do it all. The

butter so bitter, the %#@!ter. Well it
gapes vacantly. The higher the litter,
the %#@!ter, has justly righted three...

(The Death of Pookie)
You begin to bore me, with your breath
like rubber. You scream "Don't stop",

I hope you don't pop. I'm in love, with
a shove, meaty glove.