I am craving for something quite filthy
A device that the devil might build me
A dong at one end
A long shaft with a bend
That when fondled spits out something milky
You should never make love to a puppet
No matter how well the maker does stuff it
Its mouth might look sweet
But every one lacks their feet
And the end with hand's where you'd fuck it
A priest is a leader of people
A guide bringing masses from evil
But some go astray
And claim they're not gay
But rape scores of young boys in the steeple
An abortion is tragic two ways
Once for the toll a mom pays
But also the waste
They're not converted to paste
And served to the starving on trays
I've got a small broken phallus
A member that's been treated with malice
It's been beaten and burned
But one thing I've learned
Is I can strike a match on the callus
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