The Manticore - Momus

Let us speak of my prick

Let us speak of my big dead dick

His plucky fight against arithmetic

My advancing age has set the stage

My dick is dead

My big dick is dead

Like a great beached whale

He lies upon the shore

Of my beach-like bed

I can even hear him snore

What does he dream?

Of all the cunts he’s seen?

With his single eye

His beady eye?

I will bury him deep

In a hole of human flesh

In the cunt of a cheap

Grudgingly willing wench

That’s the only place

He’s gonna rest in peace

For the sake of me

And humanity

My big dead dick

Was dragging down this world

He was making me sick

Polluting every girl

Spreading his wild oats

Where there should have been corn

He’d be better off dead

Or maybe making porn

Let us speak no more

Of that atrocious bore

That egomaniac

That manticore

Which devours a man

Leaving not even a bone

Or belonging behind

Nor did he leave mine