by Cuthbert Merrybottom III
On oceans wide as Hades’ scorn
A tiny boat endures
Its fishing line a spider’s spine
The naked nymphs it lures
In ink-black sky an inaudible sigh
From he who roams these halls
A grinning mouth, a look down South
God, I love my balls.
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