Notes from New Sodom

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

Monday, May 28, 2012

The Gift of Sodomy

Go ye and read this if you're wondering what the fuck this is.

Musically, this reprises/develops the theme of "With My Prick I Shall Govern the Land." Just so's you know. It's a pity you can't hear how it sounds in my head, actually. It's, like, totally anthemic.

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"The Gift of Sodomy"

[Enter BOLLOX, BORASTUS and PUCKENELLO.]

BOLLOX:
Since I've buggered human arse I find
My cock to cunt is not so much inclined.
Though my lechery is dry, it's smart—
It's chicken's arse I love with all my heart:
The lust and lechery
In which I see
These beasts is matched by none
Their holes enhanced
With every dance,
While cunts are drained of fun.

The more you fuck, the more they swell,
A cock like clappers in a bell:
No buttocks clenching on each side;
No foreskin tickled as you slide;
No sphincter squeezing glans to glide
No flesh to grasp and tightly guide
In entrance to that grand delight,
The gift of sodomy!

BORASTUS:
Give nature's gift its due,
But man delights in countless ways to screw.
And may his name remain, forever famed in all of history,
That prince of guys who first devised the gift of sodomy.

PUCKENELLO:
The simple lusts of old,
So full of shame, so feeble and so cold.
So confined in all the bindings of the law—
You husbands' cocks your consorts never saw.
When lust or loyalty
Unshackled thee,
You fucked with such dull care.
As if you stood,
A rod of wood
Would rather be elsewhere.

You stroked and spent and gave a groan
You said goodnight and slept alone:
Now we seek as our soul intends
We seek the dictates of our sense
We study pleasure's sacraments
We search and find new fundaments
And revel in that bliss intense,
The gift of sodomy!

BORASTUS/PUCKANELLO
Give nature's gift its due,
But man delights in countless ways to screw.
And may his name remain, forever famed in all of history,
That prince of guys who first devised the gift of sodomy.

BOLLOX:
Faces change, but a twat remains a twat,
And he who fucks one is slave to schemes they hatch.
Why, Borastus, should we always bring
One dish to feast the palate of a king?
A chef's device
Of sauce and spice
Can tease a critic's taste.
The same old meat,
The only treat
Is how the sauce is laced.

Cunt after cunt is just the same
You get bored of the same old game:
With menstrual flowers for the sauce
And maybe whites to dress the dross
And crabs like shrimp on salad tossed
As garnish for no extra cost.
My appetite, it would be lost
If not for sodomy.

ALL
Give nature's gift its due,
But man delights in countless ways to screw.
And may his name remain, forever famed in all of history,
That prince of guys who first devised the gift of sodomy.

[Enter BUGGERMAN with soldiers.]

BOLLOX:
Brave general, have you news to bring?

BUGGERMAN:
Your soldiers sing the praises of their king
To your honour they're forever bound.
They swear it all, they swear and tear the ground,
Now in your name
What you proclaim
They practise with each other
No need of lass
Just comrade's ass
They live as wife and brother

It saves at least a fortnight's pay
With cunts they know it costs to play.
They'd die from drinking to your health,
They'd conquer paradise by stealth,
They'd fight the gods themselves to win
Eternity for Sodom's kin
No man alive would call it sin
This gift of sodomy

ALL:
Give nature's gift its due,
But man delights in countless ways to screw.
    [But man delights in--foreskin tickled as you slide]
And may his name remain, forever famed in all of history,
    [And sphincter squeezing glans to glide / And flesh to grasp and tightly guide]
That prince of guys who first devised
    [In entrance to that grand delight]
The gift of sodomy!

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