livelihood/sex
I have your atoms of knowledge right
here tucked away beneath the under
garments of pant and pants. Let me
see how guaranteed your wash and
wear policy is mister Franklin J
cossie toppler. Show me the unbridled
joy of unsafe love major. Make tok tic
filmic extravaganza in the showreel
of a washed up marionette. Give me a
nickel and I will willingly let you touch
me anywhere you so please for so
long as it takes for me to count to ten.
I say out the cents you got as many
seconds you you you has me all
wrong. I just want to impregnate you for
the survival of the species. As I, dominant
male, and you, prize sow, are at death's
point attempting a final salvation for
the escaping of the meaningless drivel
exposed as livelihood/sex.