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riffin & rattlin
battlin peep the pattern
when
i'm treated like cattle
and ridden without a saddle
then
she tells me don't tattle
when he straddlin my Madeline
not to squiggle or squirm
when he bout to stick his paddle in
in my room under the moon she tellin me
-that'll end
lookin at the balloon in my womb
-that'll mend
caught in the swoon of this goon
-that'll send
my heart from my belly to its tomb
-that'll lend
this buffoon enough room to excite
his addle friend...