I need a woman
A dog won’t do
I’d prefer one without scabs, or crabs or saggy, baggy,
Bags of flab
Although, a beer belly would be ok
In the winter
Now, I can’t afford
To pay for this woman
All at once or a little at a time
I don’t want a loaner
I will work for my woman
If she’ll work for me
Together we’ll be a team
Not some leaching
Parasitic horrible thing
Sucking on my sac long after the
Pleasure has gone from it
She should stop out of consideration for my
Rod, lest it break and the piston
No longer do its natural born thing
Up in the cylinder, and start to scrape
In an unpleasant manner and the monkey
Starts screaming and beating himself about the
Head and neck—then she could
Gingerly begin stimulating the instrument
Bringing it up to speed, warming up the components
Gradually OOeuHH
