Purlieus

The sun was smiling in the sky. The wind was in her hair.
I laid her down upon the grass to kiss her gently there.
I gave my heart. I gave my soul. I gave my love that joy
that dwells so earnest in the breast of every wholesome boy.

The sun was hot. The sky was bright.  The wind whipped like a bitch.
I laid her down and grabbed her ass and loosened every stitch.
I gave my mouth. I gave my sex. I gave my love that juice
that's boiled within my scrotum nigh since I was just a youth.

The sun rained fire. The sky was black. The wind was a tornado.
I laid her down beneath a bridge to cower there afraid-O.
I gave my clothes, I gave my shoes, I bid my love farewell
as I was vacuumed up into the purlieus of hell.