Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Ode to a Glass Thrower

I loathe you
Bile rises like a New Orleans rain
The result of a momentary lapse in your fathers concentration
when his black gorilla body smothered your mother
in a devils bit cider fueled embrace
before he reached a pig fucked climax
his mind wandered to that time in the bedroom when he was seven
and his uncles groping hands
that is what you are
the ejaculated result of  a child abuse victims darkest dreams
in agony
i want your last sight to be the sweating obese body
of a pink wigged wearing demon transvestite
skull fucking Your left eyeball with a razor blade cock
spewing satans five soliloquies
as he fists fucks your throat with the shards of broken pint glasses

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