Notes from New Sodom

... rantings, ravings and ramblings of strange fiction writer, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Comfort My Cunt

From Sodom! The Musical. To follow on directly from the previous post.


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"Comfort My Cunt"


[The stage is dark. Soft music is played. A small voice, in a mournful key:]

    VOICE:
Unhappy cunt, oh comfortless,
From lavish slurps to sad distress,
Comfort my cunt.
Comfort my cunt.

Now shorn of ornamental hair,
And starved to gasp at empty air.
Comfort my cunt.
Comfort my cunt.

In exile from its dearest duck,
That proselyte to pagan fuck.
Comfort my cunt.
Comfort my cunt.

Oh, please, oh, please, you Powers Below,
Great Mistress of the Monthly Flow!
Comfort my cunt.
Comfort my cunt.

Come, come away, and in a tick,
Give me advice... or give me dick.
Comfort my cunt
With cum for my cunt.

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