Tourette the doctor died a lesser ape
He kicked the bucket barely forty six
At sixty five a greater ape I shape
Ive found I love the sting of massage sticks
The budgie curses follow dolphin clicks
Unlike Tourette I ravaged syphilis
I gobbled antibiotics god of pricks
I woke up consciously to carnal bliss
Id never rated kindly nudge or kiss
I swooned a slave to smack a woman lands
I didnt mind erotic rubs amiss
I squirmed at buzz of covert scrotum glands
To me its same old same old pat or punch
In cusses kisses comedy to crunch
Chorus punch box cuff
