Sin City South

you know its a sin
when you pull in
to Sin City, Sin City South
Shut your potty mouth

The place is a wielding iron
for lovers to heave and breed
pedal to the metal
self-serving hard as tungsten for a while and a smile
a lifetime of gabby mouth and potty-ass

Shoulda kept your potty mouth shut
Simply the beast on a formica top
paddle to the melamine surface
celibate slippery sperm
too many loose to count

Spurting silver jam
slippin all over the place
erstwhile spilt spelt oldschool style
split to an inch of its life,
but oh what a life

I’d trade it for a lifetime
yessir i’d trade it for a lifetime