tropism: Hee. "Let's make sure the world ends with a gang-bang, not a gang-whisper."
baxil: Some say the world will end in gang-bang,
Some say in whispers.
From chicks I've plied with yummy cake
I know the world is hard to rape.
But if that gang does really try
Then hide your mothers and your sisters
And give them guys, 'cause then you'll see
The whispers fly
And grown men flee.
* That's right. This poem has the power to change your name to Ed. Ha-HAH!