I was the fox
Surrendering my tail

To the hound
So the chase would end

But Mom and her two big Mister Breasts
Loved the hunt too much to let it end.

With eyes like guns
And nipples for bullets,

She flushed him in his bed,
Killed slowly his big thing,

Then chopped up and served Butchered Boy in a bowl,
His claim to either gender sold for stains.