Ode to Noir's Butthole
(by Flippy McDuncan Esq. III)
What can be said about an eye so bright,
It shone as lovely as stars at night.
Once puckered and tightly pursed and lovely,
Is now nothing more than loose skin, so bloody.
Weep not for the loss of a deep hole once pure,
We keep moving forward with appearances demure.
While Noir now knows that resistance is futile,
And assimilation becomes defined as more brutal.
Taking it right up his ass, a large phallic gourd;
While arching his back moaning "WE ARE THE BORG".
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