They brought the Queen down to her knees.
No longer content or eager to please
demonstrating bad habits some call a disease
with the anarchy of masturbating bees!

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This poetic license in which I can whine
points to a soul in moral decline
and it's true my thoughts are still all mine
but surely the reason for a panic sign!

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Time may march or time may creep
and to think too much could make one weep
so resign yourself to this fate instead
with the slumber that invades your weary head!

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They remain undiminished in the brain
as opinionated thoughts often lead to a bane
and if it's an open mind you cannot bring
there's a flip side available to everything!

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This fervor inside me can't be beat.
It en-kindles the passion of our heat
and my excitement, I admit, is not discreet
when I see you sitting on that toilet seat!

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