Poems and Songs from In Search of Pleasure Island: The Manly Travails of the Masculinists Chorus of the Drunken Slaves Fuck Fuck Fight Fight Fuck Fuck Fight Fight Fuck Fuck Fight Fight We can fuck, we can fight, we can shite where we like. Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re men men men. No we don’t give a shite, about your fucking women’s rights. Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re men men men. We will sail the seven seas, do whatever the fuck we please. Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re men men men. We will fuck, we will drink, no we’ll never fucking think. Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re men . . . men . . . . men. Pussy Control Long Johnson Silver. Blessed of cock most valiant; Dotes on sweet Jizelle. Fundamentally Rectified Back straight, like a tree of pine. Punched him in his fucking spine. Crippled, buckled they begin to laugh; Then snap his scrawny friend in half. The Race Faster, faster, faster. Never stopping. Never ending. Quicker, quicker, quicker. Pursuing a needless goal. Racing against each other. Closer, closer, closer. Almost there now. The race is almost won. They collapse against each other. Nobody knows who won. Neither cares. Trifles Trifles. Light as air. Little things that matter little to little people. But they matter to us. Do we not matter? The many layers, as of our minds speak to us. Call to us. Trifles are but trifles, they say. We will show them the importance of trifles. We will show them. They will see. Kosher Slab of bloody meat. See how it bleeds itself dry. White rhino tastes good. Melodious Undination We love each other as men never could. Consumed with passion for each we love. And dotingly, By false means we share. We feast upon the vigil. Crying only songs of love. And tenderly, We have each other so . . . Last Night in the Bathroom Last night in the bathroom. Pissed all over the floor. Mopped it up with my toothbrush. Don't brush my teeth much anymore. Them and Us We follow not the rules our brothers do, Is this then reason to love us not? They do such things that we despise, Though they do love it so. We have appetites they do not comprehend, Though we do not comprehend theirs. They twist and turn amongst their young, Thus odium comes to life. Our pride cannot be vanquished, Like the love for our fellow man. Goodhead Revisited: Part One Mouth opening. Cock entering. Lips closing. Suction starting. Tongue swirling. Pupils widening. Muscles relaxing. Deep throating. Head bobbing. Muscles tensing. Jizz shooting. Throat swallowing. Cock shrinking. Satisfaction achieved. Yarrve Julia Yarrve Julia. My old skool ho. Julia, my old skool bitch; Julia, my old skool wench. Yarrve Yarrve Tie me up, Dominate me now. Bend over and take it like a little bitch. Bend over and take it like you should. At last you scream for me to stop this, I’ll stop but never stop loving you. Yarrve Julia. Yarrve Julia. My only MILF. Although you’ve posed for fucking porno mags. Although, And yet, And now. Oh no, Oh no, I’ll not let this -- dominate me. And when we finally reach our haven. And when my love we sail away from this. Then we need not seek a’more my dear. It is then that we have found each other. Yarrve Julia. Sexy Motherfucker Mighty, great Falsestaff; In search of Pleasure Island. Cursed with Venus’ blight. A-Lynching We Will Go The gang: Hey hey, what do you say? Tell me have you ever been lynched this way. Huu huu what you gonna do? When I tie this noose around you. Hee hee what do you see? Ever seen a nigger hangin' from a tree. Kuhns: Ho ho what do you know? Here come the cunts so I gotta go. Crippled Dark Winston of blackest midnight born; From mother torn, At early morn. Bastard son of a whore was he; Who sailed the sea, Both him and me. Though now we lay him down to die; And breathe a sigh, Beneath the sky. Though I could never wish for more; From here to fore, From that bastard son of a whore. Do You Feel Like We Do? Beauteous undines, Eat each other heartily. Diving fathoms deep. Ode to Dawn At the rising of the sun and the crashing of the seas, Light swept across the land; like a mighty wave. Washing all in its path, with glorious golden fire. The fruits of rosy fingered Dawn, Had blossomed forth, and opened unto the light. As the host let out a wind swept sigh, Her voice delicate and fragrant as drifting apple blossom, Her goodly bosom – the strawberry bed - Glistened moist and fragrant in the ageing day. Has earth anything more fair to show, Than Dawn in all her majesty? From Above High-layered trifles, Tower greatly above us. They will fall some day. The Adventuring Knight Long Johnson of Jizelle doth idolize, He longs to tame the fire of his loins. Though she doth dwell under wanton eyes; Who charm with pieces of eight and golden coins. Though Jizelle with many men hath lain, Each of no name and bereft of face. And Long Johnson of many men hath slain None too worthy, too vile or too base. The coterminous pair shall someday part, The ship’s bosom holding all within, now; Prison to all – body, mind and heart. Slaves they are who will escape, yet know not how. By will of man, destiny or fate; He shall be the man yet that will make her great.