I'm hip tonight to tango
As tart's heels cross the floor
I was reeling; scabs made me sick
Need a shroud to do this wh*re
My boom becoming harder
With her peeling, view: display
As she sprawled out: Holy Mother! Stink!
"Dick-tator" says, "OK"

And so it was, I laid her
What a killer piece of tail!
Her embrace slaked thirst, but mostly --
What a blighter maid to nail!

Small head, there is no pleasin'
Despite risk of STD
So I squandered; all my pay, discards
And Willy, set him free
Of his obscene bestial urgin's
Though her beaving left me grossed
And although her thighs were open
Eyes tight, disgust: impel them closed

She said, "Your dome want more beave?"
So uncouth, this cur to me
Nasty hooker; bit of nookie, crass!
So coarse, to nth degree
Praying, "Screw lust for this sperm-maid!
"Though adept poon, do provide"
But beguiled she, me so badly,
That to bang her, mate, decide

I grew sick of the mood for love
Hereafter, must stay clean
Unlike guys: if the mind is on c**t
A dirty booth is keen
Went south, my pen like hardboard
Steamed to dip anew lil' head
So I trash-dived, straight way, prickly
Clap contract, emotion-led!

(What a blighter maid to nail!)