I recognize the phallic badger's eyes
As they close around a vile sneer of teeth
That beg for blood, that pray for smutty guise,
A demon tongue that bows to sex beneath.
A wild type of thing without a dream -
It only knows the nightmare as she rides
Through days and nights - and cloth all torn at seam,
The patriarchal badger knows it's time it bides.
A metaphor, for it submerges you
In tears of semen dew with laughter bit,
A howl for you, and you without a clue;
So you will take the hit and sit in shit.
Oh, badger beast of manly hue, so stale,
Without a thought each prayer is bound to fail.