Snowballing Blood

I come

to see them cum

While crawling the mud

and snowballing blood

Imaginations I design

A consitution divine

close to prostitution

They come in two

I know they'll do, 'cause I've asked them to

Join me for a coin

Imaginations I design

It's like a constitution

of memories divine

And then at last

it's going fast

Take it in the mouth

give it to the next

the blood is running south

being over-sexed

When I intrude, am I being rude ?

But to be nice is what I despise