Horny, horny janitor
Horny, horny janitor
Why dost thou grab at thy crotch?
Is it to clean out your rusty pipes?
Perhaps it’s to soil my own filthy mind.
A man in such a uniform as yours plays tricks on me;
Maddening, thunderous thoughts
Engorge my aching head and spill into my quivering gut, creating an urgent need.
Only you, horny janitor
Can satisfy a craving as base as mine.
Dost thou know this?
I beg of thee—set those piercing eyes upon mine, dirty janitor
And grab at my throbbing crotch posthaste.