What The Fudge?????

Buck Buck....
what I'm gonna hit ya with  
ya motherfuckers better duck  
I leave bloodstains that drain  
from holes in your inner frame,  
 
swiss cheese in utero discrepancy  
malignant sabbatical tossing salads
of prime movers ordained rectum suitor,
 
in between cheeks I weave  
hedonistic indigenous reprieves
cum my paragon strumpet  
blow on my trumpet,
 
till sweet ahhhhh's  
stifle hermaphroditic  
mimosa sipping inquisitorials
virtuosity ventriloquists,
 
spit and split gripping ribs  
restitching sinew charades  
as shinobi psychosis slithers  
compressing your coccyx  
invading your sacrum,
 
filling you with acerbic djinn's  
sure shot given you all my lot that I got  
now bow down and feast on my phallus  
as a phalanx brigade kneels  
catching wounded blastulas  
released from my rising  
terraqueous sacellum.
 
 
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