By R M.
Infant, toddler, little child;
Virgin or before defiled,
By your tender strokes beguiled:
If you can, inflict some pain.
Wip, electric shock, or chain,
Burning irons through the brain:
Cold or warm, you'll fuck that tot.
Ram yours up her whitered twat:
Ask yourself, why not a beast?
Snake or antelope at least.
Dead and young, a true sex feast:
Coldness is no sacrifice.
Frozen? who cares, don't think twice -
Mount the beast in fire or ice:
Must females be preferred
Of beasts recently interred?
Or instead a male procured:
There is pain to share around.
Slit your wrists without a sound.
Self-inflicted pain compound:
Common creatures will not do.
Not the farm, but from the zoo:
Crocodile or Kangaroo:
Why a nameless, humble face?
Lassie's corpse you could embrace,
Mr. Ed's rear quarters grace:
This is not the ultimate,
Though you may have said, That's it!
Try it with the creature's shit: