A Letter For A Dumb Cunt; That Slut. Honk your horn and yell "fuck, Fuck, Shit, move on to the sidewalk" on Bayview Avenue. Suck my dick; Long deck is muscle power. Like that face covered muff. So Fuck you; Fuck your poon smeg also. Piss off back to hell; Take your jizz twat. Slut shoo. Make prey upon some four-some. Jism over your butt plug. Arse full like some wank show, You race to get face fucked, I glide as my bands flow, Fuck your dumb cunt shit, Bozo.
No gain for loss, No pyrrhic victory, Due course. No force of sympathy, homeopathy, anthropology, from the horse. No, mostly poor choices. Voices ringing with phones dead. No voices in his head, Scream morality. of course. No soldier gains a victory. sans cost. None recognize the courage, of Hailey's comet. So the gunfire blazes onward. Amongst the slain, are the slain. Those who shoot have bullets same. My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza, Which I modify to fit in holster, As exactly as I imagined her, Far above a reasonable caliber. For a man who lacks resources, For as a woman he lacked chorus, Pestilence amongst the formal courtships.
I innocently sat sidelined, While sidewinder missiles, Blackened and filled the sky. They saw no oversight. Then calamity, personnel, Call out and rome fell, The claim don't prose well. Well, I suppose they don't. But I never was no poet.