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