Siamese DreamSubmitted by Orgasmatron at 2007-01-30 14:21:59 EST
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That one should prove enough for love's demands
And history insists that hearts should twin,
AS each should heart to heart and hand to hand
Forsake those all without for that within,
By civ'lized standards or by divine plan
We mate as two, and one from two begin
To live our lives as half a forméd self -
A twinning that can ne'er undo itself.
And yet...I feel a stirring in my soul
An incompleteness in my coupling ways,
Feeling empty, never fully whole,
No peace I find when closing down the day;
Imprisoned by this life I seek parole
Yet with my freedom I will surely stray
From these old rules accepted by the states
Who'd rather see two people out on dates.
No longer will I play the social game
Too long insisted on by ruling classes
Of closeting my love, of silent shame,
I have two hands - I need two supple asses!
Two matches lit will burn one constant flame
But three will burn as well to sexy ashes
And in the end, we're all but soot and dust
So why should I contain my dual-eyed lust?
But lo, how could a man begin to work
With different women, each with varied needs?
To play one off the other's just berserk
Like trying to use your asshole to smoke weed,
A man who 'ttempts to cheat them is a jerk
Unless your Mormon, then you could succeed,
But Mormons suck the root, so fuck that noise
And tricking two chicks will not bring you joy.
And were a man to find a woman true
And ask an open mind of her one day,
If she declines she'll think him greedy jew.
But if she's game he risks her turning gay,
These treach'rous waters will sink your canoe
Then up the creek with stick'd-ass you'll away,
Returning to the land of Singles Nation
With Ramen, TAG, and loads of masturbation.
I have found a means to my good end
And ending all the worries of my heart,
So pay attention all you mindful men
For there are women who will never part,
Who'll both stay true through thick and thickest thin
Who'll disregard it when your rhyme scheme breaks
And love you with their Doubleminty grins,
I've fumbled long with love - no more mistakes!
My lovesauce now will frost two fem'nine cakes!
In truth you'll find them every hundred thou
Despite statistics telling you a lie:
For double that's the figure stats avow
But half are stillborn - what a way to die;
They're all the pleasure heaven will allow
A double slice of slutty poontang pie,
This rare delight you'll find most anywhere
They'll treat you right if you try not to stare.
By luck and fortune they are both divine
A mirror to the other's waking dream
You're guaranteed at least some lips and eyes,
Four tits perhaps, three arms, a sharéd spleen,
Variety does set this heart of mine
To beating, a king with coupled queens
You will become when crowning with your seed
These women who from fate cannot be freed.
And if they're fused upon the brow, fear not
For though they may be wobbly, odd and angled
They still have fair wageens and tight butt knots
That long to taste the drip-drip from your dangle;
Just buy them shades and baseball hats a lot
Or lucha masks if them you can a-wrangle,
They say two minds trump one but that's not true
They share it, man, they're not as smart as you.
But if you long for partners and not slaves
Then maybe front-joined women are your choice,
They're guaranteed to not talk down the day,
I'm sure they tire of the other's voice;
No titfucking's a hefty price to pay
But in this fact your he-heart will rejoice:
They're face to face all day, they're sure to kiss
And blow your mind with incest-lesbo bliss.
Now side-stitched ladies are my favorite kind
I will attest, they steal my heart with ease,
A shared digestive system suits me fine
So long as they can both get on their knees,
Just think - four holes to work with from behind
No greater gift e'er given could quite please
Than double shockers moving in the night:
So small when born, when older they're still tight.
They're grateful for attention, they'll not look
To find another lover once you've screwed,
Like sticky pages in a porno book
They come together, packaged one in two,
Your kitchen must permit three loving cooks
But think about your Meat in their Au Jus
And of the Pussy Pancakes on the side
And of the Fuck Omelette de Astroglide.
So men if you're inclined, seek not the dance
That moves to steady beat played by the normals,
Instead liberate the god inside your pants
And invite two glued chicks to life's grand formal,
You'll save some money - they need but one rose
And heart to heart to heart you'll move in time
Then later in the night, you'll janx their toes,
Collapsing in their shared arm...satisfied.
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