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Sundays are regular, pleasant
There’s a change however today
Is it irregular then? question from peasant
Quite right that is not
As the sequence of words in this play

Desire to suck on your lips, to suck on them hard
Remains undoubtedly present, insane
I have to accept that I can’t and not willing to change
This part
While typing these lines I have, I must have produced
Some sort of clay, and a lot, from my heart…

While changing the structure and the form of these lines
I wish you all the best (and your lips) in this life
As years do go by, and we’re evolving in pace
When I look in your eyes, I am quite far out of space
In case I’m a chopper, that’s in search for its place
My selection is you, more precisely - your face

In case I’m a cement, you’re a crack in a road
In case you’re a goatess, then I’m your goat
In case you’re a chicken, then I am your cock
In case you’re a paper, then I am your rock
In case you’re an only fans model, I’m a client that pays
In case you’re a church, I’m a pervert that prays
In case you’re catholic, I’m a boy who never complains
In case you’re a jew, I’m a hummus for you
In case you’re a hummus, then I am a jew…

On this irregular Sunday, hopefully that brings you a joy
Happy B-day, sweet hon
Kissing you (you might have guessed where exactly), lovely cowboy