Stub-in man lecher used his bed
to bang bimbo whom he ain’t wed,
while extolling what Good Book said.
Suckin’ dame got him in morass;
she uncrossed legs to give more ass.
Sluttin’ ma’am.

They were bonkin’ and hit the rack;
in pop parlance: up they were shacked.
Sulkin’ man’s rectitude was slack.
Rapturous screamin’; then bullshit rapping.
Nose long. So long.

Suff’rin’ man, feckless, neck is red;
sullied sanctified marriage bed,
while extolling what Good Book said.
Subbin’* shame now has come to pass.
Crossed the voters. . . up the crevasse:
“southern” ram.

Fishy smell when he tells what went down;
under-attack man is a clown.
Swore by God he wouldn’t run around.
Now it’s streaming, the bullshit rapping.
So wrong. So long!


*suborning