Einstein: Hard Science and Hot Loads


My colleagues and I…
Mastered Yang Mills Theory
So we could run a train on
Madam O’leary

We triple teamed her
At a workday luncheon
Her ass was gaping
Like a constant function

An anal creampie…
Solved the equation
My load was hotter
Than gamma radiation

Einstein’s Posthumous Breakthru


Your super string theory…
It perplexes me
I found my ding-a-ling theory
With some ecstasy

I take the volume of loads
That I’ve jizzed in an ass…
Divide by my proclivity
To tolerate sass

And the answer I get
Is always the same…
Proportionate to the number…
Of pussies I’ve tamed

Thoughts on Diversified Teamwork

I’ve assembled…

A mixed bag
A seven man cream team
We’ll come into your party
Drop the biggest loads you’ve ever seen

We’ll cover; your face, tits, and asshole too
And if you’re lookin’ to breed
We’ll stuff your pussy-hole with goo

We got black dicks, brown dicks, mexican, and asian
And if you feeling greedy I can throw in a caucasian

Put your face down, holes up
Spread your ass too…

My racially diverse crew
Is bout to cum in you

Suzy’s Home Crisper

Suzy woke up…
Thirsty for cock
Shed some tears in a cup…
And fired up a rock

Cuz her man left her
And she
Was missing him…
She raided
The crisper
Got some produce for her quim…

Stuffed it to the brim…
With fresh
Cukes and carrots
She forgot about him…
To focus on the merits

Of a healthy diet…
Some exercise…
And every man’s bias
For anal creampies

A One-way Ticket to Bricktown


Through craigslist
Lookin’ for a gang bang
I’m uninhibited
So, I like to let my wang hang

I found a real skeeze
For party favors

I called the dope man
With my favorite meth flavor

I showed up late….
To quite the scene…
A grupo de negros
Filled her holes with cream
I let my crystal meth burn
It was that Heisenberg stuff
And when it came my turn…
I bricked in her muff

Bug Chaser’s Delight


Lemme tell y’all something
bout where I been…

I ran away and filled
My empty heart with sin

There was nothin’ left
But pain and despair
I tried to throw my life away
Because I didn’t care…

No I didn’t give a fuck
I was bare-backin’ hookers
Just to test my luck

While you were living your life
Pleased as could be
I was fuckin’ street walkers
With the HIV

Every Day is a Gamble


I rolled out of bed
and i sat on a potato

In the kitchen
like McGyver
Fished it out
With a ladle

Bent over
Spread the cheeks
Filled my holes with hot grits

Drew up
The bath water
Took two big shits


Kibbles n bits