Paranoia, pre-anal sex


If everybody’s onstage who’s sitting
In the audience when you’re a corpse
 
Will it matter how many virtual
Friends you have in Sheboygan
 
The last time I ditched suicide
For sex and that itself is a differential
 
Equation that flatulence can fill that
Part between the legs who isn’t unmoved
 
By poetic data or a head gently laid
In an oven for celebrity’s sake get special
 
Blow yourself follow the least of
Your dreams bend the penis or
 
Boost the tits but don’t pretend
Giving head is sadness