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Met up with my friend

The sexist in exile

On a tight leash

He keeps the vermin

That gave me the creeps

Together 'till the end

Us and whatever's addictive

In a pair of tight jeans

The gossamer latex that separated two bodies

What we've got here

Is a face in a fever

From the mouth comes the virus

Nothing's made cleaner

I've seen the one-track mind

However just in profile

He keeps a shocking feast

Leads his women to anxieties and sweets

He is the iguana man

Always this repulsive

Always accompanied by screams

He spits the virus at the one who sleeps

What we've got here

Is a face in a fever

From the mouth comes the virus

Nothing's made cleaner