Sometimes I wake up in the morning and lay in bed and linger and just let whatever thoughts that might be drifting by land in my ol’ empty head. This morning the following bit of lyrical poetry is what materialized out of the freakin’ blue.

No, I’m not kidding.

Do not ask me why. Also, don’t ask me why I feel like sharing it, either. Did I ever mention I like to be pathetic?

Here at the Abyss I like to bring as much variety to you as I possibly can. Something tells me posts like this one meet that humble goal only too well…

Leave this blog. Now. I urge you. Beyond here, there be dragons!

Sperm Donor

Sperm Donor, Sperm Donor,
Make me a batch,
Grind me a grind
Scratch me a batch
Sperm Donor, Sperm Donor
Read a porn book,
And make me a perfect batch

Sperm Donor, Sperm Donor
Fill up that pail
I’ll bring my womb
Try not to fail
Bring me a batch – it’s not wrong you’ll agree
To make a test tube baby

Sperm Donor, Sperm Donor,
Make me a batch,
Grind me a grind,
Scratch me a batch,
Night after night in the dark I’m alone
So help me to hatch,
On my own