NO LUBRICANT


The wind was wisp.
The snow was low.
The moon was high.
Toffe Crisp the baby seal
lay on the frozen frost.
Doey eyed and cute as he could be.
He ate his fishy supper with a "Tee hee"
Tall Stan Stand
trudged silently behind.
And with a swing
like a arrow string
clubbed Toffe
"My twety first to day"said Stan
with bloody glee.
Unkown to him
stalking behind was
Randos the bull.
With quality, stelth and cunning
he tripple fist fucked
tall Stan Stand
with no lubricant.
Thus bursting his lower abdomin.



From the new CD
Marshan Love Secrets
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