Some infected C-ring
Peroneal danger
When she rearranged her-
self with a spangled womb

And now down below
Her poor furrowed glen
Needs antibiotics
God, better take ten

Scum encrusted G-string
Vagicil resistance
Maddening persistence
A sauce enshrouded womb

And night after blight
Her carbuncle streams
That free clinic lancing
Still haunts all her dreams

Now she abstains and
Nary spreads a thigh!
Gave up her piercing,
Sud-den-ly she's shy!

Dumb recanted C-rings
May enhance our gene pool
When that ring that seemed cool
Has left you null and void

But dear don't you fret
Cause mammaries then
You've still got to puncture
And lure leering men

Go pierce your left tit
Then you can be known
As a fanatic
Janet Jackson clone!