Gargantua

Have a sit!
Here we only drink cunt and wit

While beholding the building scanned by the eyes
which within thighs
populate the hand
made of the most promiscuous sand.
Fingers galloping up her body
Down her throat
Poisoning the reason
With acts of treason
That corrupts her soul.

Here where pleasure is coin
And the anthem is moaned
Oh you drink from the groin
Outlined in bold

There something to us and much more.
Just like the barbed wire around the toy store
we have furry bears, sex
And belts that have seen less wastes than necks.

But please, don't let yourself be appalled by my manners
What my father taught me is all that matters.

Diogo Baiao  2/12/2015