Milk Jug

Milk

as it slowly drips from the nozzle of the jug

into my mouth, so easily

as it makes mustaches upon my upper lip

onto my mouth, so dreamily

I look up and smile at the great beyond above

while it so gallantly looks down

Strips me bare and casts my head, full of love

into the nozzled crown

for her Nozzle is a n****e and these jugs are her t*****s

now I know that she wanted to f**k

and that's why she stripped me.