Ramrods of the many men
Got stuck in a beauty’s throat,
She’s coughing as really can
Not to respire of lot
Of slime that corrodes a tongue
But comes and will never stop.
Its pieces may really spawn
A mouth’s not able to cope
And keep it between the cheeks
For choking and coming with nose.
Alive pipes are pulsing to fix
In nosegay an every male’s corpse.
Night between 07/28/2011