The Lingam ( Speaks for us all )

Oh Lingam, My Lingam You Stand So High

U Stare at the Sky with Your Mighty Eye

You Make Me Writhe Like a Snake About To Die

You Make Me Moan Like Child About To Cry

And When You Throw Up It Makes Me Swoon

Like I’ve emerged from A Mighty Cocoon

But With Pleasure and Grief I Stare Up At the Moon

Wondering Why My Banana Become a Chilly So Soon