Our masters, so upright, so clean,
Will free us from all that's obscene:
Consensual hurting
And feminine squirting
May be done (for now), but not seen.
Our moral police have the fidgets
Because of below-the-belt widgets;
For many a prole
Might get in a hole
With illicit bundles of digits.
Be careful, for there will be more
Of sexual healing in store:
Let not private doings
Become public viewings,
Or Serco may bang on your door.
Connie Clutchpearl
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