Broke my hymen.
My throat hymen.
Along your way.
Huge self-doubt,
Then tips out,
Into something,
Wonderful, I'd say.
Taxidermy preserved me,
Longevity it earned me,
But you're concerned,
For my person,
So save me now,
And keep me how,
If I find some moral desertion.
You, my caring compass near,
Must save me from my wandering,
And keep me now,
And lead me now,
In consumption by my pondering.
The world is flat,
our prospects that,
Are ruled by our yearning,
And time and ten.
And leave us then,
To go on with our learning.
Abandoned, shunned and derelict,
Our ancestry was wasted,
And now the fun the hate eclipsed,
Our own ushering hasted,
To be the average, twisted, bent,
Christmas Turkey basted,
To touch to see, to taste, to thrill,
Is what the answers tested,
To yank at yarn, and hem, and frill,
Is what our betters bested.
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