I PEER THROUGH GLORY HOLES AND I'M IN AWE

I PEER THROUGH GLORY HOLES AND I'M IN AWE
OF WOMEN HAVING INTERCOURSE WITH BIRDS
OH DEAR THE HANGING CHADS OF CHICKEN CLAWS
START HOMING IN ON FANCY MAMMOTH TURDS

MY GPS CONTROLS A FLOCK OF DUCKS
WHILE EATING DIRTY CHILDREN OUT OF GLASS
BALLS HANGING FROM THE BACKS OF PICKUP TRUCKS
MAKE CUCKOLDS OF THE UPPER-MIDDLE CLASS

MY KNUCKLES KEEP MY BONES FROM SHOOTING OUT
ALTHOUGH THE SKIN IS VELVETEEN AT BEST
AT NIGHT I DREAM I FUCK SOME RAINBOW TROUT
WITH CHICORY AND CURRIED LEMON ZEST

I REALLY HOPE THE DEVIL MAKES A BRA
TO SUPPORT MY MINCE-MEAT-LIKE PHYSIQUE
WE USED YOUR MOM TO MAKE THE BEST FOIE GRAS
WE LAYED HER OUT ON LEPERS SMOKING TEAK

THE WAY OUR PLACID MEATBALLS FALL FROM GRACE
DENOTES THE PRINT OUR BALLS LEAVE IN THE SNOW
HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS FAGGY PLACE
WITHOUT THE POPE OF FINGERBANG IN TOW?

FUCK YOU I'LL EAT MY CHICKEN CORDON BLEU
'CAUSE OBAMA SAID I OUGHTN'T TO


BY JESS ROWAN AND BRYAN COFFELT