Mordid Tent Wank

Pull down the flaps; don't get caught in the zip!
Work up a fat as the tears start to drip
On an inflatable mattress you lie
Beating while weeping 'til morning is nigh

Tubesteak in my tent... angry screams i vent
As cum and tears are spent
- the skin-flute played to a melody of sadness
Animals i astound with my morbid sound
The tent they gather 'round
- spectators to an orgy of love and grief

So sorrowful; the matter in hand...
A grievous case of wanker's camp

You wank - you cry
A tent you're inside
Salty secretions well in three eyes
Terrible mas' under a moonless sky
In the mystical pyramid the jizm will fly...