Day Of The Terrible Cocksuns

No use of crying or moving your eyes
The cocksuns have come to poke you for blind
From pure water spring out from the west
Someone pissed in it and cocksuns come next
To make that boy pay with eye sockets red
And everyone else pays for his piss
These hotaw you can cuss with a sore lip
The spring always clean, God watching over it
All day chasing and fucking some face
Things settled down a bit when twilight came
The dust settled, some escorted to graves
Malaain hair was bloodied and had to be shaved
The children paired worst though damaged brains
Their lives ended and bodies were laid
Some who were poked eye use was history
Led by a kind of cow ear belonging to sissy
Pulling them to an area slow little lope
People lay down in green grass psalming out hope
One woman ended up tossing a cover
Rocks wood were laid out on the spring over
No drinking no peeing in the watery hole
Cocksuns down there happy I hope