They run for their lives as fast as they might,
Coursing through flesh toward distant bright light.
Run, run you hefty little dicks,
Make it to air in just a few licks.
Poor little dicks crowded and suffocating,
Pushed to the limit by their neighborly agitating.
This apocalyptic world where sweaty scrotum fall,
Hurry now, and eat the balls to the wall.


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