Washing your ass with bread

By Wolk

Deflaration of virgin mind,
Dogs come out of the night,
Dark barks,
Screams.
Bastards!

Thoughts thrown away like rubbers.
No good ideas, only rope tighten around the neck,
Like plastic your brain is made.
Your life is like a labyrinth,
Hybercubing thoughts,
You are a smart fool.

Through herbarium you run,
There is no rosarium for you to hide.
You are now a ball of meat with nothing to hide

Bloody sea,
Born after fucking with you,
Is not out of you,
But out of them!
Dogs! Dogs!
Fucking dogs!

Move your hands,
And dance! Dance! Dance!

The beautiful stones no one needs,
The shitty diamonds are the ones we need.
And when we hear the roar of the whores,
Selling all we have lost while we snored.
Making us the poor prostitutes - the torn apart whores.
We have nothing to say,
We are ready to be laid,
Back to the ground,
Back to the honey tasting land.

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© 2009 Wolk
Published on Saturday, June 27, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • musicalsuicide On Monday, September 20, 2010, musicalsuicide (58)By person wrote:

    I like this......................................

  • Dancing_Monkey On Sunday, June 28, 2009, Dancing_Monkey (1246)By person wrote:

    This was interesting and well written. Made me laugh and nod.

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