I’m alone in a vast world
Thinking thoughts of small minds
Of dry butt cracks of lazy whores
And thrills of wading in swamps
Of yesterday’s mascara stains
And lust-drenched bedsheets
Her young flesh glistened under the light
She was so hot; my weed caught fire
The pie bulged between her thighs
The weed bubbled in my head
Damn, her pie threw a bubble!
She asks for a stitch-up
And the juices oozed through her godly crevice
Lord of needles,
We have a job!