It bothers me you let me have you,
Flesh so cheap and willing
(spilling) cavern filling –
Sonofabitch and somebody’s daughter.

Touch her much and tastely twitching,
Turning worming, overboiling,
Damned itching, always switching,
Crying shaking laughing bitching.

Would I could
(and you said I should)
sleep with you some time,
that’s fine.

So,
let’s get married, godforbid
our children
should be bastards, —
and not mine.

I slept with God
in homosexual pleasure and
— frankly –
Erotically considered,
the Lord is much inferior
to you.