the weight of my soul
according to rock and roll
I just thought I’d ask

liquified fetus
prehensile clitoral hood
homerun baseball bat

penis pungee pit
a trip down mammary lane
bagina banshee

neck yourself, my guy
warts on the back of my tongue
meteor shower

painting of a cum
crawl underneath the table
ruined orgasm world

stop hitting yourself
rebel without a pebble
useful idiot

clear my throat loudly
the place in hell i will go
is mid, just like me