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ALL THE WORLD’S A BROTHEL 
 
 
All the world’s a brothel, 
And all the men and women whores and buggers. 
They have their exits and their entrances. 
And one man in his time lets many farts. 
His arsehole being an octave.  First the Infant 
Violently rogered by an aged duke : 
And then the frigging schoolboy, with his scrotum 
And shining gland, his spend mere slime of snail 
Unwilling from the tool.  And then the lover 
Fucking like a furnace, with a woeful ballad 
Made to his mistress’ bottom.  Then a soldier 
Full of stiff spunk and bollocked like the bull, 
Jealous of sapphists, sudden and quick to come, 
Seeking the bubble gonorrhea 
Even in the bitch’s mouth.  And then the justice 
In fair round belly soaked with mercury 
With stand severe, and fuck of formal type, 
Full of wise tricks and modern aids to love ; 
And so he lets his fart.  The sixth age shifts 
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon 
With drooping penis, balls withdrawn in belly, 
His youthful whore well fucked, a world too wide 
For his shrunk prick :  and his big manly piss, 
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 
And whistles in his sound.  Last scene of all 
That ends this strange eventful history 
Is second impotence and mere castration : —  
Sans prick, sans balls, sans stand, sans everything.