Matchstick [live]

My nipples squirt out yellow orange juice
 It's a crazy phenomenon
 Only noticeable in small, sexually active peacocks
 I would know
 For I am one myself
 I swallow the tears of innocent children
 And then I excrete that sweet pugnant gas
 But no one will know as I inwardly struggle
 With castanets and marracas and yesterday's lunch
 I hope they do know, that I will survive
 Just so long as that liquid cheez-it mixture doesn't lactate from my other nipple and my bowels vomit up my third wife and I have to go to the bathroom for six hundred and seventy eight hours
 Nonstop
 It's a truly great stuggle
 But I will remain
 A Walrus