Cuckoo Cock

CUCKOO COCK

She calls me her—

Cuckoo Cock from

The Land of Make-Believe

I lay without eggs—

I’m squirtless without

Hardly any Passion

I’m a make-believe—

Cock that goes Cuckoo

When she wants me to

I’m on the make—

I'm cuckoo-true, a cock

That she straps on

How the boyz cry—

“Mama, give it to me

harder, harder, baby!”

It’s kinda fruity and—

Fruitless, without any

Future brood for me

But who cares—

I’m here to free boyz

From sex and shame

I don’t need a wall—

From which to hang

I’m already well hung