The Jerk-Off Walk

The Jerk-Off Walk

Drop that trau right to your feet.
Thrust your hips and beat your meat.
Squelch and splurt your oily cock.
Leave the house for a jerk-off walk.
Strolling the streets while you’re slapping your dong.
It feels so good it can’t be wrong.
Here comes your neighbor, eyes askew.
You saunter on up and ask, What’s new?
A hand on your shaft and a hand outstretched.
Your neighbor made a gagging sound and promptly retched.
Since when is a stroke against the law?
You say as you start to fiddle with her bra.
And there you start, right on the sidewalk.
The morning rape’s begun, other pedestrians gawk.
She screams and hollers so you punch her face.
Who cares if she dies? She’s of the nigger race!
Your cock already stiff begins to invade.
You twist nips proper like Marquis de Sade!
Pullin out quick, and you spurt in her eye.
Standing and you kick, right between the thighs.
The bitch is all mangled and your cum is all spent.
Your pants, at the apartment, your soft cock: bent.
Now the task is done and it’s time to head back.
Your tired wang hangs like a rope so slack.
The nigger curled up in a ball so tight.
You smile as you think: This shit’s done right.
I hope you enjoyed my anthem true.
Now best of luck and fortune, love, Mega Man II