Wilhelmina–Fuck’n Reight, Man!

Willy, willy, willy.
And todger.
And winkie.

Between you and me,
(And don’t let it,
Go any further),
I don’t half,
Need a shit!

Pop the balloon,
Using only your conk.
“Detritus!” she cried.
“Detritus all around!”
She was right.

A shame.
A damned shame.
All I have to offer,
Is sarcasm,
And a trainer,
With dog shit,
On the bottom.
Will that suffice?

Lonely badger.
Empty platitudes.
Fallen heroes.
Do we salute,
And regale,
The sperms,
That don’t make it?


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