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The Street of a Thousand Assholes
(aka In Crawled One-Hung Lo)



On the street of a thousand assholes
'Neath the sign of the swinging tit,
Stood a beautiful Chinese maiden,
Her name was "Who Flung Shit."

She stood in celestial splendor,
Her eyes like pools of piss,
As she diddled herself with a candle,
And stood in eternal bliss.

She thought of her friends on Bond Street,
She thought of her friends on Bow,
She thought of the score she'd laid on the floor
When in walked "One Hung Low."

"Fly into my arms thou bag of shit,"
He said with his cock in hand,
"My love for thee will last like snow
Upon the desert sand."

She gently raised her starboard tit
And scratched her itchy prat,
Then she said with a half-assed grin,
"Why don't you fuck your hat?"

Anger overcame him
As he pissed upon the wall,
Cock in hand he fucked his hat
And tread on his one good ball.

Now on the street of a thousand assholes
'Neath the sign of the pregnant cat,
They bore him away in splendor,
The man who had fucked his hat.


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