"The Golden Rod," (It'll Rule Ya).

She said while channel-surfing on

the radio, "Wow, you changed that

station fast,"

But I'm not like that, a hater so

to your, "Jeesus," station, I

turned it back

I know that the songs give your

heart peace and ease

And besides He's ok with me, although

in His life I don't believe


He's Holier than me I confess and likes

to say, "Come unto me,"

And I'm Pagan and myself likes to say,

"If I push it deep and fast into your

ass, will you come for me, my baby,"


But I've got the mind of, "Zander the

Great," (الکساندر written this way in

Persian), with the exception of that bi

thing, (but for this lifestyle, no hate)

But if I did take a liking to it I'd

definitely be the Alpha in that relation,

hitting him from the rear while in his hand,

he's masturbating


But I'd rather take a sweet girl by the hand,

like the gentleman should, lead her to the

bedroom and knock the dust off of her poon,

just like a man should


She asks, "I wish that you wouldn't mix

religion and sex, (well the Catholics sure do),

cause it seems, blasphemous


Well I'll admit that a lot of my writ is not

for the self-righteous, easily offended or the

squeamish

Because I'm border-line irreverent

And will slip into your backdoor and corn-hole you

and your morals and change your whole perception

of the world

Treating your belief in, "Jeesis," with

malfeasance

Even slide it up into your urethra, blowing it

apart, till you give my, "Golden-cock," a

"Golden-shower," as it begins to rule over

you and become your new power


You change your allegiance from the, "Golden-

rules," to my cocks almighty rules