If we accepted faith in god above,
The bearded reprobate the books acclaim,
How limited would we all be in love,
Forsaking joys that dogma would defame.
To merely, out of wedlock, fornicate
Receives punitive wrath from this false god,
And god forbid we ever masturbate.
Rejection of these acts is sick and odd.
It’s noble to surpass all things mundane,
So I abandon all belief in sin.
Perhaps this will involve a little pain,
But you’ve a hole I’d like to stick it in.
In pleasure, let’s transcend the mournful mass.
Just let me blow my load into your ass.