I want to Wreck your yellow-brick bones, your lego-green nose and your wind-chip story.
I want to hit your jackpot gold, your pepper-mint rose, and your fork-lift maybe.
I want to sue your lollipop-foes, your giblet hoes and old customs, lady.
May I swell your sea, baby?
I’ll cum in your watch and drink you, Stacey. Pour iced wine all over your belly.
I’ll skewer you good like a lilac lamb
And hatch you up and eat your cold,
I’ll tell my secrets To keep you sold.
Soiled by my crimson man-ops.