all that cant be said

Anal Hair Part 2.

I said I love you,
I really really do.
But one fine day I decided,
to try something new.
With wax smeared on between my crack,
I started to proceed,
to plaster a strip of paper to the crevice at my back.
I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes,
as I pulled with all my might,
the strip of paper came right off with a really awesome "Shh-raaaaaaack"
Oh the pain I had to bear just to strip you from my ass,
but it was all worth it to see my nice clean bottom.
Well I didn't really get a shock that threw me off my scrotum,
I did find it lovely that my rear was nice and clean.
The days went by and you came back oh-so-very-quick,
you gave me such an itch, that really made me twitch.
It felt like someone put a toilet brush,right between my cheeks.
A lesson learnt that very day,
that I must never shave. (or wax)
Ultimately my little one,
I'll keep you from the sun.
No more shaving, no more waxing,
because that my friend, is very taxing.
I love you anal hair.

note: refer to anal hair part one. we love you ben!

good music was around all the while. and listening to iron maiden doesnt make anyone a satanist. plus this song really makes you look at life from another perspective, something we all need.

HALLOWED BE THY NAME by iron maiden (1985)

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be that there's some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not so easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when i try to speak.
Tears fall but why am I crying,
After all I'm not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell God be with you.
If there's a God then why has he let me go?
As I walk my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Don't worry now that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion
Hallowed Be Thy Name