Flesh of cock
I love my mother tongue
Doing so is the right.
She is rich, is bright.
Is polite, impolite.
To write it need skies
As pages, and oceans
Containers of the ink.
She teaches everything
And has much taught
Many things…
Among them is to work
Exactly as I did…
"Eat flesh of your cock
To butcher never bow! "
Translate?
It is hard
Cock's flesh?
Hasn't got…
Get the core
Then obey…
"Go work hard!
Never ask; live proud…"
I left home for work and
Now I am returning
Hard and hot,
I took it.
Dawn to dusk?
To Midnight!
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