more on the sick
down in the dumps
i went to the clinic
what about these lumps
do you wear tight knickers
have you ever had the mumps
can't give it a rest
break out the lucozade
make it the best
i'm engaged to my
sperm test
the clinical arrangement
no phony bon-amie
gleaming apparatus
complete autonomy
cynical estrangements don't bother me
germ breed, negative mess
the rubber gloves called cold caress
tells me i'm in love with my
sperm test

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