Melissa, if she did not exist I would have to invent her

Melissa, if she did not exist I would have to invent her…

Stimulating tits
In a screaming fit
This won't rhyme
So devil don't waste your time
It is not obligatory to review
My fragile state for a clue
Of my suffering. Oh woe
This is my strip show
Take my tongue and lick the pole
This is what you want? A garden hoe
Common, never! Saints be praised
Your village grotto I will raise
But give me more of your disgusted looks
f*ll*t**, Geppeto is it all wood
Some splinter some fray
Others recoil, they don't like it that way
Rent boys in the night? What would Mother say?
A jealous huff, she never thought
Of giving up her status for a roll in the hay
Dirty beggars for a drink
Do anything for a sniff
In the end they all suck
A liquid nipple in the buff
a chew, a snuff, anything rough
greasy little b*st*rd never get enough
addictions, predilections, inhibitions
get discarded, freedom cost more
than you can bear…
Soundtrack: “Blitzkrieg Bop- The Ramones, Stolen Moments- Oliver Nelson”