Cousin, cousin come with me
My mother told me that we’ll all go to her office
She has a surprise for us today
I will, I will, just let me change my short pants
My shirt smelled sweat
And my hair still smells like my bed
Wait, my cousins while I change
Cousin, cousin, come with us
Our cousin’s mother will treat us
We’ll go to her office and wait for her there
I will, I will, let me change to a new pair of pants
Wait, I’ll wash my face and brush my teeth
I still smell like stale saliva
Cousin, cousin is this our aunt’s office?
Yes, cousin, it is
Oh, sorry I forgot, our aunty is a nurse
We’ll just wait for her to come out for our surprise
Cousin, cousin, here comes your mother
She’s beckoning you
Go there and be surprised
Cousin, cousin, here comes aunty
She’s now calling you
Go there and be surprised
My aunt is calling me
I wonder what is her surprise.
Cousin, cousin, look at my thing
It looks like an overripe tomato
Cousin, cousin mine’s better
It looks like an unwashed potato
Cousin, cousin, mines the best
It looks a lot like a dirty Santa Claus do
Cousin, cousin, this means we now can’t take a bath in the rain
Like we used to do naked, without underwear
For we will be exposed, humiliated with pain
Cousin, cousin this is our aunt’s surprise
Our foreskins divided, folded, and stitched
With it our eyes were opened
And we lost something
We are now men and our childhood’s gone
meandering thoughts of an aging grade school music teacher who recently rediscovered the joys of cycling
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