1:51 am

It's never too late to be better late than never,
And even though it's late, we've never been better,
Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game,
Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.

It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words),
But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences),
Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body,
When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!

Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what?
Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt!
Gingers in my buttholes, I meant to use a plural,
The joke in the previous sentence is that Ed Sheratan is a ginger and you were supposed to understand that the ginger refers to him. Mural.

The things I'd do, and let do to and by Ed Sheratan,
I'd let him put his Castle on the Hill in the Shape of Me,
If orangatangs were more hairy and looked more homeless they'd look like Ed Sheratan,
That's why crabs exist. (That was a reference to an older poem, please read everything to understand)

In closing we want a threesome with Ed Sheratan, because although he may not be the most attractive man in the world, his lyrical and musical genius speaks to us, the equally genius prodigies of erotic poetry. Could you imagine, the child our three sperms would create?  Some homunculus of absolute musical, lyrical, and erotic genius.  It's like that movie with the guy who creates this super powerful pheromone perfume, and there's this crazy orgy, except instead of a super hot orgy it's just three guys ejaculating into each other trying to get each other pregnant.  I say ejaculating and not making love, because this is very purposeful--we are trying to make the homunculus.
Read the 3rd word of every line, in reverse.