APPRETIATION

I appreciate, alright.

I'll lick you from head to toes.
I'll eat you till your marrow bones.

I'll smack you down and trash you about,
your face to the ground, your rear stickin' out.

I'll plow your insides and feed on your sorrow,
You'll cry for milder times and give up hope for tomorrow.

Beat to a pulp, ashamed of yourself,
you'll have me and gulp all deviations I delve.