To no one in particular
You walk like a man who tries not to hurry,
So as to keep his little balls between the short uneasy legs.
Calm and sensible, you speak
To punch away any silence —
Misuse our language like a common whore with one too many talents to just suck.
I think if you were to keep a silence
It would squelch with snot.
Such a shame that you have clutched my language
Into your sweaty baby-palms.
Oh short-limbed man, I would much rather
Prefer you take my throat.
You walk like a man who tries not to hurry,
So as to keep his little balls between the short uneasy legs.
Calm and sensible, you speak
To punch away any silence —
Misuse our language like a common whore with one too many talents to just suck.
I think if you were to keep a silence
It would squelch with snot.
Such a shame that you have clutched my language
Into your sweaty baby-palms.
Oh short-limbed man, I would much rather
Prefer you take my throat.