Oh to have you in me now that wan Autumn's fart Is just around the corner, but you have gone from me. Dust to dust and ashes to fucking ashes, You have snuffed it, verily, alas, woe is me. No more shall I enjoy your toothless, rancid gums Slurping their loathsome, circuitous, lazy route Over my bloated and degenerate body In a parody of love's old sweet tuneless song. No more shall I feel your louse-infested body Thrusting butchly 'twixt my trembling wide-open thighs Or sucking and slobbering, grunting sweet nothings Through my excitingly matted unwashed pubics; However I do have joyous consolation: I now have undisputed rights to the vibrator, And do not need to be constantly cleansing it After your prostatic stimulation sessions.