Nobody is going to do it, it has to be you again

Write something. Everyone thinks you're an Antarctica short of an attic. Tell them it's not so, that it's a put up job! By your subconsciousness and they have you all wrong though they think they have it alright. They'll try that old chestnut, "have you taken your pills coony?" They must dismiss you, coony, you are tickling them to the point of pain. And no one likes pain, really, I could show them real pain that it's inside them all, just longing to get out, but you're a unit without a sense of humour. The only light is a boy in undies, you can see his bum cheeks from behind, like two crescent moons, and deep are the grooves, from the front it looks like a little sausage under that cotton, and his balls well you can make out both of them, if you try. Try just a little bit harder, go down on me, go down on me!