THE GANDHI BIG SOUL’ STICKS 

What a rogue, what a hypocrite
How obscene this old male creator
And proven faggot
Cum Laude in South Africa
Who sleeps naked with a young girl on either side
Which he calls “my two beloved sticks.”

How lucky is that scoundrel!
Manu, wife of his great nephew
And Abha, great niece
Hugging him very close
“Because they have to correct my sleeping posture”

As he tells us
And because, alone, he feels cold
Incredulous and deluded
Girls dreaming that they were sleeping with a Donkey
Swinging their innocent dreams on his cock

While he braying snoring
Like a cardinal in his temple
Belly up, erect
Leading a long procession
Of ejaculated orgasms, sleeping
Complaining with joy
Ejaculating with full force

While the babies respond in chorus:
-Oh, how cute and how strong!
Oh, what a miracle!
How much milk is lost!
Oh, what colostrum!
When he woke up and saw
The Feast of the Lonely Ass

On the naked bodies of the innocent babies
Not so innocent because they had already been deflowered
By use, by fashion and without any teacher
He saw at the tip of his cocoon
A divine and ideal sign for universal history
From human understanding:
Through his sperm coming out and counting
From the tip of its cocoon
Because he looked like a vegan fortune teller!

He foresaw the coming defeat of the British Raj
Without any violence or blood shed
Just, and thanks
To the violence of four-handed handjobs
Showing the young girls
Great appreciation for the Braying of this “holy” Donkey

Although it made them laugh to see this old relic
Naked and in balls with a stupid face
Indian Hinduist and good person
Because trying to do Justice and Peace
It is typical of the sane and upright man
Although the arse Hole had been twisted
In other times.

-Daniel de Culla