Philip Jose Farmer - End Of A Year

Greasy hand up my skirt

While the other raids my purse

Friend you’ve proven quite the flirt

Lips call an offer

Teeth just like a wolf’s

My reply, «No thank you, I’m good.»

Is there any good idea lame assholes won’t steal?

Not that I’ve seen

Is there a single thing the frauds won’t strip clean?

No, not that I’ve seen

Oil lamp provides light for the camp

But does it scare away the fauna?

Are wild beasts ever put to pasture

Or is it always constant struggle?

Is there any good idea lame assholes won’t steal?

Not that I’ve seen

Is there a single thing the frauds won’t strip clean?

No, not that I’ve seen

You thought you’d impressed me -- well you did

I’ve rarely seen such greed

It’s a nest full of a million mouths

Who are always ready to feed

Oh, you treasure the thought

That you’re cool and all

But it’s pastiche at best

You wish you could hold my brain but

I regret to convey that

Your arms won’t reach around my balls