Your farts seem to amuse youBut all they stink of is rotten poohI lie awake and contemplate plugging your arseSo you will not part with the festering ..
On the horizon a shadow of fire comes dancing across the sandHis head held high with majestic authoritySnorts of dominance come thrashing from within ..
Waning moon, i look to the skyThe night star shines so brightWhere are my thoughts, so fragmented?Erupting in galaxies bursts of panicEntwined bodies ..
A supression of the truthA factory line of frowns and greyDrowning their songs in morbid redtapeHolding their machines to eradicate the fascistsLiving..
A music box plays, far away,tinkering, tankering with pictures set in motionPetals on fresh roses filling the sense's rupturing cloaks of hidden pleas..
The wetness of her lips, pulsing and vibratingWith every look upon her sumptuous breasts, she knew she had the power Controlling every throbbing and p..