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Ice Cream From the Poor
By PaYaSiN
So what if my contentment
Comes from the lavish lust
Of drowning myself out
In the fluids of a
Dirty cunt.
I abuse those with a uterus,
Just as I abuse myself
So don't say I'm unjust;
I just call things as I see them
And as far as I can tell
Anything that breathes to get hot and wet
Can cause my own death.
But instead of dog eat dog,
Why not man eat cat?
Spewing lies
While laying on your back,
Tell me the things I'd like to hear;
Please more cliche,
And whisper those dirty little things in my ear.
Bite me 'til I bleed
Know that I'm your little boy toy who
Doesn't care to have the will to break away,
Away from your clutch.
So I'll choke you in church,
Make you call me God
And when my nut is in your mouth;
You can choke on my pride as I
Preach.
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© 2008 PaYaSiN
Published on Tuesday, August 26, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, August 29, 2008, Kaleidoscope_Heart
(111)
wrote:
You never dissapoint. I love the brutality in entwining raw sex with a mocking reference to religion. There is nothing self conscious about this; which makes it so honest and real. The flow and internal rhyme tunnel nicely into the final word; which is ironic: "Preach." Heh. This put a good smirk on my face.
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On Saturday, August 30, 2008, PaYaSiN
(50) wrote:
I love when you comment my work because you pay attention and talk about the things you like. ;p So that puts a good smile on my face, and I'm glad you enjoy the shit that my head makes happen. haha.
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A former member wrote:
Brutal.
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On Tuesday, August 26, 2008, PaYaSiN
(50) wrote:
Thanks. I try.
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