I lorb you, YOU MAGNIFICENT FUCK!
I’d build a rocket ship, called the cum-dragon, and load it up with busty-bitches high on crack and covered in goose sweat …
You’d be riding high, traveling the cosmos, in search of a fast-time Mary on a Friday night BINGE …
I lorb you.
I was a Ketchikan toaster, I met you while feeding the whore-beasts.
You wore scarlet and green and were mean to me and nice to my dog …
I laid waste to the 17 sectors beyond the Moon …
You stood fast, until you saw my cock and started to swoon …
And we felt it … and it was real.
Cuz I LORB YOU … so much.
He was the ORANGE POTATO, he stood fast against the whore-witch of the South …
He was the CHEETO BANDITO and was at the ready to drain the bog …
We all said “sure”, he could become our plastic jesus …
He said HUUGE … and led our armies of sticky surprise …
He promised to imprison the witch …
He stole the magical till-rod …
He said the monkey herpes was a glitch …
But fucker FAUCI remained in CHARGE of those warp speed dreams …
… and we LORB’d him … with so much ZEAL …
I took time to caress your bare fustule …
You grabbed my man pipe and fed me your stuggous …
I massaged your boovula and caressed your honey lips …
You grabbed my ball sack with your cold slimy grip …
I could have built for you a castle made of apple pudding, with seven sister wives awaiting your glorious day of triple decay …
I might have been the duke of TOLEDO, baking bread from rotten teeth and the bones beneath …
But you were my huddle-grub and I took you for granted, and now have lost your lub …
BUT I LORB YOU JASMINE … we will MEAT again, one day.
You can talk about your LOVERS, you can list their defects and gains …
You can have a movie about LOVERS, go insane, do cocaine …
It’s a hard rain, for those drainage ditch romantics, looking for some thorny Kevin or nasty Marguerite …
It’s a tough world out there MAGGOT, get rich quick or get going strong …
BUT THAT GENTLE LOVER, THAT HANGS ON YOUR EVER WORD …
Her name is Gird … short for Girdy …
You’re not wordy …
BUT YOU LORB HER …
(and you’ll never let her go)