Cunted Me Down

CUNTED ME DOWN A cunting we will go, a cunting we will go Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a cunting we will go A cunting we will go, a cunting we will go We'll catch a male and cut his tale And then we'll let him go From the Essence of Estrogen, 1369 Charmed with a well-hung imagination and reservoirs full of future, frothing with poetosterone, in a delirium of desire, where no word is untongued I fled to the wildermess of language a refugee of rhythm & rhyme, But you, armed with estrogenerational continuity, cunted me down, with sharp-shocker expertise, felled me with a single suck between the balls. Shot me down with your 45 calibre mouth Women of Mass Creation the enticing on the cake charmed with Essence of Estrogen You cunted me down to size deep-6’d me into blathering banality