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DEGENERACY

Degeneracy: so often soothes my aching loins.
Degeneracy: a nod, 2 grins, a couple coins.
Televangelists often find it quite handy,
For supplicating tens of millions of dunce-laden dollars.

Degeneracy: makes soldiers stiffen up for war.
Degeneracy: a helping hand up for the poor.
What's the harm in smooching all those salty twinkies,
If it puts bratwurst on the table?

Oh, Degeneracy!
You can rub your bellies, smoke your grass.
Degeneracy!
You can tell your story to my ass.
In a world where intercourse kills,
It's synthetic sex for my thrills.

Degeneracy: it's usually the safest choice.
Degeneracy: some say it's wrong, most claim it's moist.
The wife of the President hates it;
But then again, she hasn't cum in nearly 3 decades.

Degeneracy!
I'm afraid to have my trousers down!
Degeneracy!
Fears no spirits, kicks howling hounds.
In a world where intercourse kills:
Guess it's rubber love for my thrills.

3 congressman proudly disapprove,
Wif their candy-assed cabinet:
The lot of 'em pooves! The lot of 'em pooves!

Oh, Degeneracy!
Makes bankers late and lawyers lie!
Degeneracy!
Can cum in spurts and burn your eyes.
In a world where intercourse kills:
Guess it's left-hand love for my thrills. Uh-huh.

Transvestitular cardinals decry it,
Aperch from their pulpits,
Then gingerly step down to fondle 37 children.

© COPYRIGHT 2008 CHRIS GIUNTA


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