Thank you, this next piece is called “Sonnet 155”, or “If Shakespeare Had Written a p**n”, and it goes like this:
I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs
As I removed my source of Grecian power
As if King Midas dared to touch the skies
Upon thy body fell a golden shower
Thy body’s temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set, thy set with wary hung
I thought, “How black a night and blue a lode”
I said, “What light through yonder beaver breaks?
It is the yeast”
And now my belly’s yellow
My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes
But ’tis not ma**ive, I am no Othello
And when that final moment came to pa**
Like Christ I came-a riding on an a**