Rule 43
Proved true for me,
regrettably,
regrettably,
I won’t describe it
(compassionately)
trust me, trust me,
think logically:
Rule 34 says that all things erotic
(and that’s episodic,
almost parodic,
since eroticism
needs individualism:
you never know what turns someone on.
My rule 34 was Lovecraftian,
how daft a man
I was;
Now Cthulhu’s in my bedroom,
and the World is doomed because
we met on Tinder,
now the World’s soon a cinder,
but I don’t mind all that much.
At first I was wroth,
but he invited over Azathoth,
who has a surprisingly gentle touch.
I won’t say more,
so don’t implore,
for even if you’re old enough to hear,
the sexual is weird,
but the World’s disappeared,
and that’s an idea
you oughtn’t go near
As long as your sanity’s valued.
