Phallictant Flirt

 
fling my swineredge
       that cuck
   a
     Rush
of blood to forego
to
Foregot
disbegot the memory of my gaping mouth
    but
 alas! there
      is no pearl that customarily
     falls
        from his core
      Whore
am I
who but a whore-wife
     ecstashameless whore-wife
waiting for
  the heart of that
          phallictant flirt
                                       he
knew not what he do but
he do but he do but he
     do but he
                do
the boar's
 swinerod now
   steeped
in the absentia ecstasia
 of
 the pearl
that customarily
falls
      from
pig's
hearts you
get
Whet in hog blood
     for
     the heart that knew not
  what
they
do

(father forgive them)

You fool you expectant ecstashameless fool, seeking pearls from his core, whore are you, who but a whore-wife waiting for the stew, foregot disbegot the memory of your gaping mouth but alas there is no pearl that customarily falls from pig's hearts, you get whet in hog blood bleeding through the slashing through the slashing throat, dredge the dregs when done, and leave not a trace of blood bleeding through