I’m the Pole Of Totem
The Prov-erb-ial
Ding a Ling a Ling
Off-spring.
Being taught the Word that
Plainly Cums From the
Big King Ding a Ling,
With Spin.
You who’s Formed Of My
Cumming Fountains Spring.
Dousing where I should been
G Spottn’ The Thing!
Un tight it Kept Running,
And never ended.
Blessing Going Out,
Rushing In.
So on Bended Back She,
Side tossed From The 1
Eye release Bringing
into Focus Existence.
With every Stroke How It
Was Magnifying as I Now
Watch Odin as The
Emperor in The Mirror.
Birthday Suit shining while
Rightly Dividing my Teaching,
With Playing Making
Circles With his Dang-ling.
