I heard there was a secret hog
That David cranked and it pleased his log
But you don't really care for wankin' do you?
It goes like this, the yoink, the twist
The jorking off with enclosed fist
The baffled peen contorting til it shoots ya

thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
I heard there was a secret hog
That David cranked and it pleased his log
But you don't really care for wankin' do you?
It goes like this, the yoink, the twist
The jorking off with enclosed fist
The baffled peen contorting til it shoots ya