You are always talking with a pretty smelly mouth as a philosopher
And your loyal dogs all around you are full of admiration
Even though I stuff this shit into my mouth, no one can surpass you
I hang up flesh of mouth and breast that I've seen with a silk thread
tinged with dewy lucidness in my freezer
I pull out yellowy blinking eyeballs, adorned pretty well,
and present my sexual organ to him
Hit with a hard blow shabby flesh talking about pessimism
over and over, you throw out viceral once more
Whenever moving your flesh on the rug dyed crimson,
savor the organ's sap, pumping out, stimvlating my nose more
Whenever your bloody smell is getting violent,
your loyal dogs give a shout of joy
Acclaming with subtle cajolery......