Its neither convenient or expedient
to wear chocolate pants. Am I deviant?
Loving sweet brown stuff down my leg melting,
in the heat sweltering, should be sheltering.
But deviant is what deviant does
beating myself with a stick because I love
the feeling of stiff wood against my skin
whipping myself with a porcupine, I should begin
acupuncture “au natural” there is nothing wrong
in having a dead animal beating marathon.
Apparently this maybe a bit too much
where deviancy is a desperate crutch
But I really have to get my fix
these aren’t really any desperate kinks.
So let me wear my chocolate pants,
taxidermal porcupine and implements.
I’m honestly not deviantly bad
Just a rather different type of cad.