Hear, Here

Iz you a queer?
I'd bet a beer
You'd poke the sphere
Of a full grown steer
Right now, right here
It do appear
So very clear
I see you cheer
At men my dear
In your strange gear
with zipperred rear
I be sincere
And volunteer
To pound severe
Right to your ear
And wipe that sneer
With my big spear

by His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

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