The Big Oh, My

I’ve a picture of you in a certain pose

Looking like a rebel without fear;

A revolutionist with a pinkish rose

Clipped to the breast looking so dear.

I’ve a picture of you demanding

Moaning and starving, what an uproar;

Such misery, you’re not pretending

I’ll extrude it till it makes you soar.

I’ve a picture of you with a kind of look

The eyes focused appearing dreamy;

Seducing, yes, you used the right hook

Turn on the cooler, it’s gettin’ steamy.

I’ve a picture of you full satisfactory

The motion picture comes to the end;

Gratification before a jaded secondary

See you again on another weekend.