Nan pee and s**t into my mouth on an elephant tusk

Nan pee and s**t into my mouth on an elephants tusk.
Even if Adonai were to applaud in ovation, her meaning, and her being would be meaningless.
When rivers of your piss find passage in my gullet, when shitting slowly across my taste buds, to daphne, tongue and dipson.
Nan, s**t this mind body and spirit with the god of your a*s.
Without hairs in your underarms
My master who shall I be?
Sensation, perception, and consciousness, do not equate
Your discipline in your vulgar' s shavasana.

Om templik sun.
Om templik sun.