Oh look
A glimpse of thigh
As her legs cross
Young girls
Hipster clad
Showing thongs
Fail to titillate
But the young woman
In the lemon dress
Illuminated in the sunlight’s shaft
Excites the senses
A well-endowed filly
On an adjacent table
Leans forward suddenly
And her breasts
Rearrange themselves
Delightfully
I feel no shame
As I view
A curvaceous beauty
A shapely leg
Or well-sculptured ankle
Pert well formed buttocks
Plump or perky breasts
But nothing slutty or vampish
No bare midriffs
Or obscenely short skirts
Less is more
I feel no shame
For letching
Where’s the sin
In looking
They are God’s creation
Well packaged
Why would he
Give us such delicacies
If he intended us not to look
So where’s the sin
Even if I am the vicar

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I can hear the call
Of your instincts they are low
This is what I want
I know you're nothing but a whore
I can smell your thirst
You need my insults on you now
I'll step on you at first
So get closer, you're too far
I bless you with my first
The more I beat the more you need
I abuse, I live for this
Make your perversion real through me

I rape you that's fair
To my eyes you're a cheap whore
I call you like that again
So you know who I am

I belong to offense
You belong to abuse
You belong to palm
So you were born to lose

I slay your will
In front of your eyes
I humiliate you
That's what I like

I beat you more I lose control
I can even feel your soul
I want to die in this game
Which I always want to play


Instincts of Perversion - Hocico

I wish I was a diamond upon my Lulu's hand,
And every time she wiped her ass, I'd see the promised land,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

I wish I was the pee-pot, beneath my Lulu's bed,
For every time she took a piss, I'd see her maidenhead,
Oh Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

My Lulu had a baby. She named it Sunny Jim.
She dropped it in the pee-pot to see if he could swim^
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

First it went to the bottom, and then it came to the top,
Then my Lulu got excited and grabbed it by the cock,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

I wish I was a candle, within my Lulu's room,
And every night at nine o'clock, I'd penetrate her womb,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

My Lulu's tall and sprightly. My Lulu's tall and thin.
I caught her by the railroad track jacking off with a coupling-pin,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

I took her to the Poodle Dog, upon the seventh floor.
And there I gave her seventeen raps and still she called for more,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


My Lulu was arrested; ten dollars was the fine.
She said to the judge, "Take it out of this ass of mine,
Oh, Lordy."

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


Sometimes I got a nickel and sometimes I got a dime,
But when I got a quarter, Lulu lays it on the line,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


Pappy loved my mammy; mammy loved the men.
Now mammy's full of buckshot and pappy's in the pen,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


Lulu got religion; she had it once before.
She prayed to Christ with the minister while they did it on the floor,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


My Lulu went to Boston, and there she met a trucker,
She high-balled to the bedroom cryin', "Double-clutch me,
Motherfucker."

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


My Lulu had a sister who lived up on a hill.
If she hadn't died of syphilis, we'd be banging still,
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?


Some girls work in offices; some girls work in stores,
But Lulu works in a hotel with forty other whores.
Oh, Lordy.

Bang away, my Lulu; bang away good and strong.
Oh, what'll we do for a damn good screw when our Lulu's dead and gone?

I'm on the dark side sinnin' and grinnin' then you let me in
Fill you up with passion and rage
I stroke you slow, deep and under
Try to make you wonder just why you feel so violently strange?
Now don't you feel like a god when you come and savior my skin?
And don't you feel like a whore to let the pussy worship begin?
'cause they say I'm in the wrong but I'm feeling so right
Awaken for your saviour she's coming tonight
To change your sex slowly, shape your member right
Join the pussy worship tonight
Damned and Rising, Flesh Is The Law!
I'll be your goddess and you'll sing my praises
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Flesh Is The Law!
I sleep with the god damned and you get the graces
Come on and stick your finger into me
Just as far as you can see
Blind you when you look in my eyes
Now every woman that you see is hidden deep inside of me
Makes you feel so violently strange
Now don't you feel like a god when you come and savior my skin?
And don't you feel like a whore? Let the pussy worship begin
'cause they say I'm in the wrong but I'm feeling so right
Awaken for your saviour she's coming tonight
I change my sex slowly, shape my member right
Join the pussy worship tonight
Call you on your broken souls
Bring me all your broken dreams
You always stop and right
Join the pussy worship tonight
Damned and rising, Flesh Is The Law!
I'll be your goddess and you'll sing my praises
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Flesh Is The Law!
I sleep with the god damned and you get the graces
Rise! Rise! Flesh Is The Law!




Genitorturers

I love to go swimmin with bowlegged women and swim between their legs

There was an old man from nantucket........

homo says what?

Is it real son, tell me is it real son, is it really real?

Please die.

guess Ill get on the bandwagon

I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin",
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery—
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy—
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a-gee.
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

ITRADE.

Good for you.

YOU TRADE.

Good for two.

WE TRADE.

Who gives a fuck.

Because you're a pretentious faggot who likes to suck.

Cock.

Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to have a little fun
Jill forgot to take the pill
now they have a son.


Mary had a little sheep
with the sheep she went to sleep
the sheep turned out to be a ram
Mary had a little lamb.


Ol mother Hubbard
went to the cupboard
to get her poor dog a bone
when she bent over
rover took over
and gave her a bone of his own

There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all
And now he's a college professor.

Oh, Look! A deli meat!!!

Guess what movie that's from...


Hint..The blob

There once was a guy named Barack
Who loved to hear himself talk
He bought all the banks
Then wanted our thanks
Though he put all our children in hock

There once was a limp-wristed boy named Alias
Who liked perse his lips
He did a dainty dance
He did a silly prance
Whenever he grabbed a man's hips.

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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

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