Right from out of my bowels
Comes rolling out a subjugating fart
Squeezing in too tight
Taking hefty thoughts into the morrow
Grandeur!
The catwalk shining, glistening just for me
Only me and my gloriously outlined ass
Bell ends
Symmetrically patterned coin headed buttons
My colour is true blue
I've got this t-shirt on you see, and it shuns my figure
Hairline around the waistline
Bellybutton grub, skin drip, loose flab
Pair of fatherly fingers slides halfway in
The Orion's belt, to check if circumference could
Quite comically interfere with respiration
Perspiration at the thought of the isle, the stage
The friction burned smoked out dancefloor
White collar, white scholar sensibilities
Erudite expressions about the aftermath of a double
Dare
"You write with your hand, but it's Rimbaud's arm."
