Holy of Holies–Dipping Your Wick

Into your love I drop;
Stache like Chris Kamara.
Deliver a kick,
To ol’ Noriyuki,
Morita’s dead ass!

A flight to Canada;
God knows what for.
It’ll take a while.

For all that it was,
To beat your drum,
In memory of the asinine,
And make your call,
For the devout to fall.
Oh, so dreary!

Ever had a wart,
On your bellend, sir?
Sex with a kangaroo;
A wondrous drug.
LSD and Ethanol.
“Away you go,”
The fat bitch said.
She ain’t sorry,
For the pain she brought,
When she sat on your face,
For three hours.

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