Hymn of the marquis

Bound out entrails a gasp a gasp!

Molten fecal the breath of I, at last release

Face embroidered teeth on candied hide and alas, I

Avast sweet filth, flower prolapse the squish between calf fattened thighs

And please, oh oye, and tease marbled meat

Slab on cold bark, pink it be under rotted putrid teet

Oye, and I