You in the hatchback
Your missus I’m macking on, lipsmacking viewfindering the stacks
You’ll find her in the jacks or the back of my jag
The end of my cannon she’s snacking on
Only God I’m worshipping Mammon
Blew out her back hatch
You can’t stitch that borehole back
She has that porno snatch
Giving me a nasty lapdance
Am I a top shagger? she’s asking
Mouth wide open, feeding time for a basking
Awful cold, snow coming in like Lapland
Well spent that, my dole.
Alchemisland 
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