Poem Number 3446

This filthy poem is to be read by all
Put it on your face like a greasy ball
This next line is even more disgusting
Rotten and dead, edges all encrusting
Someone will close this poem
That will teach me and I'll throw them
My leg over their shoulder
As I stifle their protests
With Pork
A fat sausage rammed against their tonsular
Cause that's the kind of guy I am
or perhaps the kind I want you to see