Crop Circle Jerk

They all circled around, hands full of thick clout
They pulled smiling and confident
In a single rhythmic reptilian pulse
Till they came on my face
But they wouldn't let me taste

Shame has lost its potency
All I've left is stains and hate

A nightly habit that caused my teeth to rust
While the irony escaped me
Somehow I'm always last to get the joke

Shame has lost its potency
All I've left is stains and hate

This is why I am where I am
This is why I have no friends
It's all about mastering the fine art of fellatio
And I give lousy head