Geri Gigolo - Ashok

You can’t call me anytime

I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home…

I had a mild stroke of genius… She had a heart attack!

Wearing the seediest waxed anorak

Smoothing out the creases

Creating balance

Put together a thesis on the life long challenge

Pulling out my penis

The lady screamed!

To call me cock heinous

I called her mean, pulled out the green

Smoken the fiend out and told her lean

This ain’t the type og light that I lit when I set the scene!

You’re wearing to many clothes so respect the theme

I know the set not wet but wet’s the dream!

Let’s not upset the techs who select the beans for this

Triple X, direct, sex machine!

I like Amphets'.

Peps and Textramine!

I like fucking with flesh straight

Fresh from street scenes!

I’m a man of obscene ventures;

I’ll fuck the the old lady so hard so guard you’re dentures

I’m highly aroused by independent pensioners

The stinky stench of wenches wedget on benches

I’ll guard the old puddie' from bullies and dark henches

And keep on stuckling until mythirst quenches

I have a right mind to dig motes and trenches

Build a picket sign scribed with two lines

The bag-of-bone remains of my geriatric adventures

No photographic flashes or moral clashes or lectures!

They call me the Geri-Gigolo

I don’t sell drugs but I do love the old

My diamond studded cross charms believers

Playing menopauses into conceivers

Cracking the frost, giving them fevers

I’ll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers

Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters

Instead of those you-no-stop-go-dick teasers!

You can call me anytime

I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home…

There are two ways to picture your self:

The best or worst

The last or first

The lucky as fuck or the one who’s cursed!

Any situation facing us it’s instantaneous

The worst-thing-that-can-happen and future are simultaneous

The brainiest will even conform to the simple sameness

When broken down the logic abounds with pounds of genius

Hear me out: the tactical nemesis isn’t a fall out!

It’s invented withthe gratest invention to bring your all out but

Religion has abused yhe position for fucking centuries!

Hell eternal, flames infernal await sinner’s entries?

Fuck what you think you might know

Because I’m oblivious

Starting with that heaven and hell shit, you serious?

If god’s such a fucking fair guy, all nice all kind

Then there can’t be an aternal hell

For a finite crime

What I want to know is what part you made up because

Christianity ficked up from day dot!

Was it the part

Where you scammed the layman for food and taxes

Consequentially invent the classist axis?

Or the part where you starved the hard up of education

Consequentially

Cement the segregation

Fuck what you think might know because I’m above it all

As culpable as cardinals fucked on coke at carnivals

And fuck what you think you might know because

We’re original

Systematically fucker off with pope-like, criminals!

You can’t call me anytime

I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home…

They call me the Geri-Gigolo

I don’t sell drugs but I do love the old

My diamond studded cross charms believers

Playing menopauses into conceivers

Cracking the frost, giving them fevers

I’ll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers!

Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters

Instead of those you-no-stop-go

Dick teasers!