Stretching the Metaphor

When I grew up
There was a fountain
On the other side of town.
And I’d walk and I’d crawl
With stinging sweat and pain
To take a sip and swill it down
With energy, vim, pleasure,
And maybe a shot of rum.

And I grew up
With that fountain on my mouth
And I swallowed all I could have
I swilled that whole thing down
I let it run out both corners
And get sticky in the sun

And when I grew up
And sat upon the fountain
I felt the curses hurled down
And tempered with the beatings
Yet still I returned willing
To taste it in the sun
To feel myself get manky
To feel the white pearls run.

And everyday I am there
On that great big fountain
While the world glares on
And I drink of white nectar
And vials of Vaseline
And feel the water in me
Damn, it feels like cum.