ancient tradition

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That ancient tradition
Fat haitians in the kitchen
bitchin for some bread
that revered art
pulled apart
blow for blow
I let you go
That sacred art
the mission: subsist on tail
rail for rail all hail the jail
of fucking prophet robins harbingers
of wars boring boners boning in Rome
falling Stone rise Chrome
lying high on the Dome
skytrack tight backed sexlette swank
shut up mind let me fuck this skank
do what my dick needs chick
seeds sows rows of hoes frenzy of fucking
so lucky squish your rubber ducky
I'm a monkey. Like my father and his
before him and his so on the ancient tradition
veneered rights of passage to the ass ignites the
nostrils fossil balls jerk and jam man I gotta
get laid, so I gotta get paid, trade your dick for
tricks shit jobs in pit fog Fuck it. Happy slappy pig
bitch twitch your stick, cut that shit out, cut the
shit off-tale so old it's lame, slay the game it's a
cancer not the answer to life, the fog not the light
so why live, why give a shit? You ask too much
casket and crutch crunch your hunch that this
is it, get lit or lost pause poetically pathetically caused
and cast about shouting 'Who turned the light out?',
show yourself Know thyself? Behold thy belt sky melts
oozes out. Red in tooth and claw, to bed
to wed the roof with falls and howls to our
grandads thrusting, dandy lions crying bees behind
defile them suck their nectar free, to be free
that's what we need. But what then. What's the story
without the gory end? Without boy meets girl and
then ....? It's that bitch the itch, keeping your pitch
clean timbre in line - necessary evil weaving her
will through your stills. Sit and listen children
to our revered tradition, yes sit and listen, love's
cooked up in the kitchen sit and listen, glistening
breasts quick sharp breaths pierce the lungs of lovers
longing, heroin hits, three quick kicks for free
'but this is who we are!' you plead.