Once I sat on a rusty nail
had to get a shot
Once I went to a jail
had to get a shot.
They made me drop my pants,
and the lights began to dance.
Started to lose my mind
as Bubba waited his turn.
I could stuff my cock down your throat
just to shut you up.
I am an animal.
Fly away little bird
little pecker with a beak
don't say another word,
words are just too weak.
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Tear the covers off,
something smells foul
spiders! spiders! spiders!
It's just a dream.
A terrible wet dream.
Now let's get it on,
something smells foul
skanky! skanky! skanky!
It's not a dream.
It's still wet.
Pound it into your skull,
there's nothing left
but chicken scraps
you can't feed the dog.
Choke on this. Feel the burn?
Let it linger in the back of your throat.
Thank you Bubba. I appreciate your gift.
I am an animal.
1998 © Dave Cavill