Colin never liked his mother
Since early childhood, he was always bitter, distancing himself from her
He never noticed girls at school
Colin only ever bit one, barking at her like a dog

By the age of 33, he's so sexy
He spends many hours a day masturbating to pictures of moots
He crops them out of pornographic books
All the clippings of curvy bodies and mammoth breasts
Are now burning in the fireplace
He can't stand them, they all remind him of his mother

He wants to have sex
But he feels sickened when a woman slowly unbuttons her blouse
He waits till dark, He waits for her
He hides in the scrub. He flies out, tackles her, cuts her wind off

Machete held aloft his head
He hacks into her torso and legs
He makes himself a perfect ass and pussy to sew his wild oats to

He thrusts twice and it's all over