W***e Tour (Team up attack, level 5 with Judan Fyreheart)

yup...we're all just gaping holes...

As skanks sit upon lead thrones

Piss stained fingernails still dripping with
Yellow smiles distant reminders of previous regrets

Of internal bleeding and acceptable Rape.

We reach this time of depravity,

Evil throes of hair pulled fantasy. Eye lids and mouths torn as
whining children cast votes on society's carcass

Sewage laden condoms filled with greasy left over fetus, breathing in nails and smoke.

While brown paper bags cast aside shattered intelligence

And tampons are cemented to the inside thighs of the Saints’ infidelity.
Submissive w****s choke through their ball gags
And modern talent becomes nothing more than a twisted fetish
Hidden between p***y riddled stalls in a back alley brawl

Sympathy An infection oozing from rabid wounds
on a cracked and broken virgin sacrifice
tossed to the one side in favour of a blow-up wife.
Smog caked hands claw at the desperate pleas
the final gap between here and heaven.
This place makes hell look like a vacation sweet-cheeks
So bend over and take it
Gorge your rot riddled mind on the putrid c**k of your dealer

It’s not rape, it’s sex by surprise

Virgin eyes and little sister watching on in horror, mouth wide and inhaling Meghan’s Law, “my turn my turn!”

I call my teddy bear “scream and I’ll kill you, w***e!”

Mary Jane’s dancing upon the sores, broken backs of Ben Franklins

In twenty years, tattooed twenty tears and a heroin heroine in wonder

Torn asunder, “Mom, you got freckles on your arm”

The cycle spins and history repeated

 “Now dance for mom and her friends sweet pea”

little one,

close your eyes it will all be over in seconds

20$ and you can wipe it up with her 1^st grade diploma

 

 A nation of w****s in repose

Just one more trick to hack those veins with the drug
of surreal

reality

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

D****t pal. there is absolutely no respite here what with a whirlwind tour of sex crazed debauchery through a nation of w****s.Bull's eye!

[Crowley]

Stepping lightly though the flowers growing on the only piece of soil in the alley behind the Boys and Girls Club I see. You almost hit dark....lol. Rocking a pocket full of reality and a two foot d***o with a sword handle, you manage to cut your way to the bone like no other...."mom you got freckles on your arm" seems like a really specific image for a violently meandering subject matter. Full of tough and grimy back street law. "Who makes the rules....some one else" "What is the law....Don't spill blood" to quote an old Oingo Boingo song. Awesome and groundbreaking as only you can make it. Now pour me an iced tea, and then get back to work.

[roy mccarthy]

so true,
i love the debauchery here!

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a hard hitting piece that reaps darkness and depravity at its lowest levels. The repeating cycle is sickening but all of which you write of is true unfortunately. There are many lines that stick out in my mind but I am not going to write them all down. The last stanza sums it all up with grotesque closure.

[robyn.alexandra]

F**k my metaphorical balls inwards with a pneumatic drill. This is ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly filth.
Dark and cutting. Hard hitting truth with a dash of bitter cynicism. It's like you've vomited in my face and made me love it.

[Robin]

I used this review for one of Serial Kissers poems but it works for this one too ( and I will uncensor it in your honor )

F**k !

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Yes, the truth is ugly .. and the truth is your are right .. those who are not in this category are few - raw reality, Monroe ... Sex by surprise lol - but for the real rapes no loling .. that is a funny line 'sex by surprise' - no sir, i did not rape this woman, it was just , i guess i surprised her !
Not to make light of rape - EVER. (me i mean)
Keep spewing !

Chloe

[Christie Moses]

good god this is raw and fierce. Reality is seldom pretty, though some attempt to paint it so...
truth is often pretty damned ugly.
Loved this.

[roarke]

If Hieronymus Bosch could write, it'd look and sound like this, maybe he did, but his paintings speak loud enough of the same things hundreds of years ago. One of the original surrealists. Dali and Magritte way too pretty.

reality is either real, or .... not real. Surreal is a third thing all together. Art, I imagine.

our species reached depravity a long, long time ago, since then it's just been a descending spiral orgy of vipers skimming off nothing but that stale high's vapors.
Life isn't cyclical, we just make it that way.

You forgot the mantra, "sure, that's all true, but it doesn't apply to me." then, .... then reality hits.

It's all coming home to roost, just wait, a time will come.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

"It's not rape. It's sex by surprise." ROTFL!!!!
Now allow me to go take a bath. I reek of w****s.

P.S. That photo rawks!!!!