Lady of the Lake

Oh lady of the lake.
Who's legs have turned to wheels.
With rotation she loves.
With revolution she runs.
And limbs have taken to cold steel.

Oh lady of the lake.
Who's numb buns caress the waters edge.
And the wind that whistles,
as stinging past erect nipples.
Pull yourself ashore,
and let the rolling recliner relic antique legs..that once ran free.

Oh lady of the lake,
Barrel roll your body to the waters edge, and clean between your thighs.
The water's cold silks past your skin,
but your legs are still asleep.

Oh lady of the lake.
Handicapped cripple.
A lake.
And it's ripple.
Lady of the lake. Get the fuck back in your chair.


~chainsaw allen 2009