Bisji

The crocodile bites the man
And stands up as tall as he
The man simultaneously makes love to a woman
On whose shoulders
Stands a giant woman
And on her shoulders
Is a much smaller man
With a giant penis projection
Carved all overs with tiny men

Patterned and pierced.

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