peas

i met this bitch with a trojan bod // she had nice tits but the nips were odd // her pussy reeked of that fish called cod // had no belly button, swear to god // but really, we’re two peas in a pod // my hairs transplanted, a bit like sod // my dicks never hard, hardly a rod // got a bad tattoo, for my ex maud // so we try to match parts, prick and prod // we have to settle, i blame god