A FEW NEW ONES,
A TRIBE OF WEREWOLVES
here in the land of blind dogs and screeching pigs, I lay me down to rest
where predators prowl and scavengers growl we snuggle like baby carrion fowl in a squalid, rotting, rancid reeking nest
where the death stench and fat flies fill greenish-yellow bruised sad skies and necrophilia is a spectator sport
we contently feast on fresh slaughtered beast then wrapped in entrails we dance and cavort
oh lovely stink! oh delightful decay!
may my penis make love to you today?
where air is vile and water is gritty the straight guys go for the dead, rotted titty
we make merry sport with the mangled dead while we cower at night, but your dead husband is in my bed tonight
out here we fantasize of your horrified eyes and your agonized cries as we watch you beneath the moon
lazy and fattened
will your flesh be sweet?
guess we'll find out when we feast on your blood and your meat
we're planning to come visit your city real soon
i'd wager your children taste like a sweet macaroon
walk on me barefoot, master me with your feet
feed me your toes, that make our love complete
massage me with soles that kiss put never tell
big toes, plump up my nostrils with their smell
fondle my bones until they think your feet are barefoot drones
GIVE ME YOUR SOX
give me your sox, a jockstrap and a glove
smother me with the mystery of your soles's love
walk with me barefoot by the riverbed
bathed in the moonlight, let me give you head
how strange, how rare, this love that humbles me when your feet are bare
GIVE ME YOUR SOX PART 2
give me your sox, a jockstrap and a tissue
join in if privacy is not an issue
love is the music, floating in the air
the smell of love is your sweaty socks and your underwear
fingers get wetter
a sniff, a wack and i'll be feeling better