It’s
called emasculation
I’ve had it up to here
there’s an evolutionary reason
she cut me like a eunuch
A furie with her shank
Perhaps to keep the children
Safe from Sabred tigers
She is just obeying
Aeons of cosmic chant
Cut their cut their goolies
Cook them like a lie
Four and twenty knackers
Baked in a pie
Like a suet pudding
Or a Christmas cake
My balls o they are broken
Cooked in gravy baste
By the crows of Lethe
Little crawky bastards
Pecking at my knackers
Laughing in my face
Feral pack of gnashers
Made of all things spite
Double cherry on the cock
And lee side of my life
Cut their cut their goolies
Cook them like a lie
Four and twenty testicles
Baked in a pie
Like a suet pudding
Or a Christmas cake
bollocks broke undone
Severed wings of dodo fate.
13/10/19
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