iYell

iYell

oh my days i don’t know where to turn
my knickers are twisted and contorted
into a gusset host for a holey ghost ‘cos
i think my vagina’s haunted
 

i’ve tried stroking it to pacify
the beast within but i became
possessed and then there’s
the ectoplasmic mess and now
 

i think it’s caught tourette’s calling
for COCK when i’m in the boss’s office
and COCK at the checkout paying
for my shopping COCK on the bus
COCK with me breakfast COCK
with a cup of tea and a sticky bun
 

in the doctor’s waiting room there
came a growl from under my skirt
which grew into a chorus
COCK COCK COCK i had to leave
red faced and embarrassed
i thought at least i’d get some cream
all i got was nods and winks from diseased
old men but COCK-in-hell i’m gonna
have to join the circus
 

drew and her chatty vagina i just
can’t seem to shut it up asking pleading begging
demanding shouting screeching
i’ve had enough
i’ve read it stories pampered and treasured it
stroked it even vajazzled it
still that ghost inside of me screams COCK
 

for that ghost is you