Matchstick (Live)

My nipples squirt out yellow orange juice
It's a crazy phenomenon
Only noticeable in small, sexually active peacocks
I would know

For I am one myself

I swallow the tears of innocent children
And then I excrete that sweet pugnant gas
But no one will know as I inwardly struggle
With castanets and marracas and yesterday's lunch
I hope they do know, that I will survive
Just so long as that liquid cheez-it mixture doesn't lactate from my other nipple and my bowels vomit up my third wife and I have to go to the bathroom for six hundred and seventy eight hours

Nonstop

It's a truly great stuggle

But I will remain

A Walrus



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Leary Walthall, Gibson Jerome Haynes
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