It's your Samson endowment
                that shoulder-shrugs fitness to love.
                You heart-wring on how you function,
                a plumber nonplussed by his sweat.
                 
                Through a bladder of discharge
                you'd dog paddle,
                float nosehole-curdled in vomit
                for that buddy up hole.
                Contrary is a horse of a different colour.
                You fuck what you deride.