STEPHANOS 
 
 
With songs from the Isis o’erladen 
Thou stand’st in the battle’s full 
Disdaining the breast of the maiden 
And spurning her fatuous cunt. 
Brave buggery’s fervent apostle ! 
We fuck thee until we are faint, 
Our comrade of cockstands colossal, 
O, Stephane, saint ! 
 
Nor wall-hole nor girl-hole nor grass-hole 
Accepts thy implacable cock ; 
But the brown, wrinkled crease of an arse-hole 
Is thine for — the furious block ; 
When fervent and swollen the torrent 
Of solid and spasmical spend 
Rolls luminous up through the horrent 
Back-side of a friend ! 
 
Thou hast come, and the great anticlimax 
Is pallid in face of the dawn ; 
But thy joy with a quickmoving eye Max 
B..rb..m has rapidly drawn. 
A penis erect is thy totem, 
Thy fetish a boot — very quaint ! 
But thy visage resembles a bottom, 
O, Stephane, saint ! 
 
The garlands that crowned you and girt you, 
Of feminine :  figures and frail 
Are torn from the bosom of virtue 
By sodomy’s gustier gale. 
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