I’m not sending you to the Overworld,
I’m sending you to the Underworld.
Where the creatures are.
The critters!

The people who are out of it.
People you see in Colorado Springs, even.
You got a people undercrowded,
Overaged, underbred.

An emotional roller coaster!
Look up! Danger!
UN is taking your proclub away
For “research” whatever that means,

So don’t count yourself off yet:
For I am the reerection
the elusive
multiple male orgasm,

And, oh! it's a cold suite we'll be found in,
Embracing in underclothes,
And they will ask me and I will tell them:

My name is
Prodom Freeclub
and my father is
Godclub
And we meet every Sunday
At Youthquake.