Clockwork Poems

I have returned
From life's stank commode,
To write on this forum,
To sing you an ode.

This is Clockwork again,
New and improved,
Which doesn't say much,
As he's a pretty lame dude.

But like a fungus,
I grow on you fast,
Don't wipe me off,
Let me touch your ass.

 

It doesn't say much at all.

No really.. not much at..

 

Thank you for your praise, kind sir.