Oh, to be the girl in Farrel's Illustrations,
Humiliated, with a nozzle in
Dildo form impaling my ass and pissing water
That steams from the anachronistic can,
To have an ass that really glows red,
Oh, to have such a fountain of pain within me,
To be filled up and raped with such heat...
To have my belly played with, fat and aching,
as the men prepare to whip me,
Their semen running down their pants...
Will you take me with such force, that I feel
A girl again, bangs and plain cheeks red with screams,
Feeling a little thing, a daily punishment
With the emotional scale of the entire
Evolution of man, its dips and swells?
As if humanity was ten minutes older than me
And every emotion I discovered was some new
Feature of the rolling plains of Kenya.
For I am jaded, and though I have filled
Myself with steaming water and squatted
And shat in the shower, fingering a
Hairy hole with skillful nails,
I feel less than one swat of the ruler
Once released flooding through my eyes.
Can you fuck me like that, farmhand?