I'm an infant to the hate
that's why my names plated to the trait
a hook, I put myself up for the bait
I rally to the fact I'd rather masturbate
a lone wanker though never to your high school dates
an old man with the wink;) to the overcrowded plates
so eat up, I hope you elevate
rather then just catching drips from genitals that over-salivate
I just wonder to who you'll delegate, which group you'll collaborate,
with, though no child please let's add that sieve
can't deal with that high pitch
anyway back to the jailbait
your prostate playmate's
I save you the brag, too little to menstruate
hell with it you can keep the house I spent too much time in it
27 hours I have to amputate
like Lenny with the mouse it's dead weight
I need a change of state
steaming ice, suck it in to solidify my sextant so I can navigate
star struck the hook, instead of losing to the hate of what I want to mutilate
if only I had the patience to meditate
to congratulate instead of berate
I'd probably have the will to procreate
to populate and not replicate
but I'm never going to give up the try for that heavenly gate
so fuck 'em have the cake
just lay off those underaged inseminates.