Oracle of the Lollipop
Dodona’s vagina spoke like an oracle
Because it said very true and exact things
When Delfos sucked her Lollipop
That came out from between her thighs
Not admitting discussion about its acidic taste.
Me, Apollo, like our friends
Zeus, Jupiter, Libyan and Alexander the Great
Who knew the oral forms of Love
We considered the Vagina divine
That is why, in angelic salutation
We addressed her, Dodona
Before making the lace
Which forms the thread of sperm by itself
At the time of fucking now in one way
Now in another
In these terms:
-One ass, Oracle, we address the divinity
Of your Mount of Venus and its Lollipop
To search among its hairs
An answer to our elevated excitement
And if it is worth making Love
In such a crude world
Where the people who exercise power
Are rich people and evil serial killers
Who give to women
As they themselves say: Stick and Stay Stiff.
And if it is better to throw on them
(Your Mount of Venus and Lollipop)
Our spermatic snows
Our hailstones and winds from the ass
Sitting on Vagina
Making your whole body a lordship
For, later, county
And finally carnal principality.
With style and oratorical language
Dodona spoke to us:
-The answer is in the Lollipop.
Suck it with eloquence
Until its acidity surrounds your neck
Like a scarf or compress
Of the ceremonies of the ass.
You are praying for the celestial
Or terrestrial Lollipop
And your hanging penis
Like a fish from the tropical seas
Is worthy of the crystalline sphere
Of each one of the female vaginas
As it is said in an orbicular way
Round or circular
In ancient and modern pornography
That animates our walks
For life.
Horror Sleaze Trash 