Smegma

i always wanted to write a piece titled smegma

and here i am living the fuckin dream

leftover bits that get caught under the forey'

and turn into a pasty, fish smelling cream

you could hit it with an orbital sander

but that would hurt a lot

a warm face washer and a neutral ph soap

and a wank wash right on the spot

i've lain awake on many a sleepless night

thinking of smegmatic terms and phrases

the words elude me yet i've a smirk on my face

as my mind drifts to strange and varied places

i close my eyes and plunge into the drift

caught by and accompanying my mind

i give into the tide become a part of the glide

but no nearer to what i need to find

but the hardest part of all i have found

was finding an appropriate rhyme for cheese

without my usual deluge of crassness

without resorting to sleaze