THINK KINK

From winks to Kink
Is my life’s tale
Kink’s the way where shrinks fail methinks
Pathetic fate
No ejaculate or gall?
But wait
A date with Kink cures all
Blow up toys or little boys
Maybe submissive sheep
Whose bleeting noise and bestial joys
Help you get to sleep
You shouldn’t balk at dirty talk
Or pulling out your dink
And obscene calls are better than no sex at all
It’s Kink
Kiddieporn may raise a storm or stink
But why mourn a life forlorn
If it brings you to the brink
And though few may sink to something sillier
What’s really wrong with copraphillia I ask?
And while the rasher flasher’s task
Often brings a smile
There’s no question of molestion
With the wily necrophile
Or the insistent masochist
Whose painful trial of whip and chain
Leaves him more than pink again
Enjoy your tryst with Kink

ROBIN’S RUDE SONGS AND POEMS, Robin Sharpe, Kalayaan Publications, 1990