Moppery

The dictionary has many words for love But not what I’m accused of I’m a mopperist, exposing myself To blind people in the park Or when it starts to get dark I jingle my junk in their face They cannot see how I disgrace Their permanent disability Which I happen to exploit happily It’s a victimless crime, I tell you why They cannot see me jiggling my meat pie Only hear the flapping sound Of my balls, bouncing around Someone sees, and I run quickly But I am caught by the police They ask me why I do this I tell them, “The blind deserve what they get!” Now I’m in jail and the tables are turned I’m now the one who eats the one eyed worm