Come childeren, gather pads and pen
make haste to write of sin.
Let pornography describe vividly
where your minds have been.
Splatter words on the page; fear not
using cock and tits and twat.
There comes a time to speak your mind.
Show us what you've got.
Use those archaic phrases; forsooth,
bigotry's long in tooth
Rhyme Aunt Jemima with vagina.
What an art in being uncouth.
Now go and fill those empty pages,
although polite society rages
Do me a favor 'cause I want to savor
the fall of the dark ages.
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