When I first met you, I knew I loved you.
  Now that one + one is two, I don't wanna
  cum inside of you. Now I kiss your lips,
  now I mount your hips. Now I read
  your mind, your slimey hind--Sublime!
  I'm feeling the peeling, mind reeling.
  I race unto the plague. I'll bring you
  a big coat of butter--to slick your
  dead dick way. I'm in love with a
  dead dog...
  Paw in fist we stalk through the
  rutabaga garden. We've been to the clinic,
  we know our love is clean. We walk to-
  gether, but fill up seperately. We share
  a cheese ball. We just do it all. The
  butter so bitter, the shitter. Well it
  gapes vacantly. The higher the litter,
  the shitter, has justly righted three...
  (The Death of Pookie)
  You begin to bore me, with your breath
  like rubber. You scream "Don't stop",
  I hope you don't pop. I'm in love, with
  a shove, meaty glove.