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

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

A Poem by E.H. Monroe
"

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 1st grade diploma

 

 A nation of w****s in repose

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

reality

© 2011 E.H. Monroe


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your imagery nevah ceases to amaze me, you are a literal skull f**k

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, this was far too pretty for my tastes...I'm choking on the fluffy bunnies and syrupy rainbows here. ..no, put your gun down, I didn't mean it honestly...this was the harshest diamond encrusted toilet paper that I've ever used, I promise.

Great work, does it need to be said. Slime slingers unite. I could hear the two voices in here, certainly but they were masterfully woven.

Posted 13 Years Ago


You sure brought back The Ugly!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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E.H. Monroe
E.H. Monroe

hate your f*****g guts, NJ



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