no means no

i do realize it's saturday
but it's 2 hot for sex tonite
the gash ain't made of stone
& she needs a rest
so i apologize
to all of u out there
jerking off alone
the uglies
who hug themselves
those of u
with a creepy rash
between your fingers
the freaks
growing armpit muss 4 fun
who think moonlite
is the new must have
brand of lingerie
only available thru Lacebook
the rheumy eyed attendant
with septic teeth
grinding nite shift at the mortuary
& any1 i've missed
who pisses in croke cans
with a license 2 breed
maggotlings under their nails
i so hate to disappoint
but tonite a gang of why's
are busy carving me
into question marks from the mirror
my flesh is cardboard
& my bones are wax
they want to hack off
a sleepy gal's paraphernalia
& feed her the pieces
the next time she opens her mouth
but i wont let them do that to me
i'd sooner be gang raped
by a tease of giant sloths
at least you can see what's coming
even if it's covered in fur
they can stroke a titty all nite
once they get movin
& did anyone else notice
the size of those great big
hands