Love Custard

Lost in a world brought down to its knees

Caught in a typhoon of semen and knob cheese

Forced to set sail in a world swept away

Doused in creamy peril since that fateful day

I mourn for those lost in this man juice holocaust

Oh this love custard

Drenched from head to toe,

On this sea of dread

Charting the unknown,

Oh this love custard

The horizon’s pale

As we ride these waves

The sea men set sail

Near to our end never to be free

There is no escaping this global bukkake

Search for a shore that ever evades

Fleeing from the tyranny of syphilis and AIDS

I mourn for those lost in this sex wee holocaust

There’s no place to go and no safe haven awaits

We are shot forth unto pearly gates

The whole world is drowning humanity is lost

In sweaty man mucus vessels are tossed

Yeah it’s everywhere

It’s in your hair

Vision impaired

Now the world is nought but dust cemented in my juice,

Sprung forth from the phial of my lust my member and I make this truce

To never lay hand to flesh again to never swoon in ecstasy

To never fall to the needs of man oh spunk-filled symphony

And now I sit upon my throne with oils and juices aplenty

Unfulfilled and wasted I sit alone, flaccid coarse and empty

Nothing can I see in my view from my turgid man-juice tower

No blade of grass no sea of blue no animal nor flower

I try to stand upon my feet but my legs they do not budge

From the ice-white oozing prison of my own orgasmic sludge

What is this oh what is this, this newfound devilry?

That does hold me in a chrysalis that does thus torment me

My jeans are stuck and my back is bent and I am much afraid

That this is the cost of a world long spent, a debt that must be paid

All that remains now the world is through

Is a vast viscous ocean of sticky white goo

But nevermind things could still be worse

We could be adrift in blood and afterbirth

I mourn for those lost in this love junk holocaust