they stroke root in the soil
where they happily found
springs of pleasure unspoiled
streaks of terror unbound
there was one to behold
this exquisite abode
and he'd gulp on the dread
till his fears were all fed
well, his belly kept growing
but at least he kept going
midst all the strange blossoms unspotted, unseen
there're some that will stand out obscenely serene
one can't tell their origin and they sure have no name
clearly nothing but fucking round an old bed of green
Sweeeeeeet!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like it.