Rubbing the Walk

 

 

 

 

 

I need it!....it makes my mind think...rubs two sides together,

Besides, all that muscles, coming together like an Olympian,

Its more than sex you know....its sublime....thoughts themselves,

Well I dunno....I taught it to Lyon and the pig took it to farm,

Well if it works for him....whose arsehole it it anyway, yours?

He might....I guess....someday....realize that its the aesthetics.

Its the philosophy, don't you know....of the arts and good taste,

Your grandma's was the size of Mt. Rushmore, and it moved,

All by itself....Venus of Willendorf, they called her, an art,

Got people to think. That's when Pangea broke up and we lost,

Now its all in the divisions and they're bringing it back different,

Man's ways, they say. Well I say ' good for them.' But the pig,

You have to rehabilitate the pig. Make it like a social rule,

Once a year, on Boxing day, take your lover to a movie,

Dress in something nice, listen to music and then back-to-back,

And jerk it off. Its the Cambrian, we see another before ourselves,

Its the aesthetics, its a a rule about the working of the mind

Once a year, like a festival to Lyon...sing of the glory of buns.

 

 

 

~   Dayran   ~

 

Reviews

[Dayran]

Good point about the aesthetics. I guess the term Cambrian is coined from the cambrian age when we developed the conscious view of the other and ourselves. A festival for it then. You think your neighbors, in the City next door, might go for it?