Chops of Insanity
In the mid summer hues
Oh in the Kingdom of thee
Pillars of lust so lofty
Dither boneless men like bees
Only to mesmerise the seer
For its beauty & valhallain
A fine glass of amethyst
Toped to its impious brim
With a prime vermouth
Titillated with placid fervours
Vexed in secular cravings
Fellated into an ebullience
Oh shrivel mankind
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