Oh the master of shame and pride,
Your apprentice is up for a ride.
Wind up your mighty spin,
Go all the way in,
Purge the past and the future sin.
Oh the thoughtful eye of my heart,
You direct every sketch in my part,
You shall never forsake
Telling the truth from the fake,
And converting the shame into art.
Oh the dirty servant of sluts,
All my life you are driving me nuts.
My career, my finance
Are a mystery dance
While you're busy chasing those butts.
Oh the magic vessel of seed,
You've made me immortal indeed.
Thanks to your fruitful fire
I shall never expire
Like the wind,
Like the wood,
Like the weed.
Dirty ode
© Copyright: Борис Меломедов, 2013
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