O viscous cloying reeking sludge,
I strain and push to make you budge,
like acid tar you bring me pains,
I worry for my rectal veins.
acid tar
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O viscous cloying reeking sludge,
I strain and push to make you budge,
like acid tar you bring me pains,
I worry for my rectal veins.