That Wrath is no more sinning than is Lust?
Well Lust cannot be sin ‘cause it’s such fun
That glorious softness into which I thrust
Has been there ever since the world begun
A subtle glance behind which pleasures lurk
Is procreation to be led astray?
I fantasise, and crack one off at work.
Though not just all desire’s of the flesh
I also yearn to join a country club
But when love fails to keep libido fresh
I fuck the sluts I pick up down the pub
Or buy a blowjob in a darkened streetThen on my way back home I stop and eat