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.
Comments on "Washing your ass with bread"
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On Monday, September 20, 2010, musicalsuicide
(58) wrote:
I like this......................................
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On Sunday, June 28, 2009, Dancing_Monkey
(1246) wrote:
This was interesting and well written. Made me laugh and nod.