will when spills out beans of wrath

wading through all the quagmire

the senses pour to feel the warmth

where the six of those admire

the feel of instincts basic and savage

man lurks in the circles closed

no less mean and enticing rage

that engulfs the whole of life

and alas pain waits for pleasure

couples trip in the tipsy mood

so juicy and witty the tongue is

to spare no words not so good

to sling the mud be they made

each for other or other for each