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I found a fuckable piglet

I wanked an earthworm's meter

Unable to consume the absinthe of passion,

I shat dark buckets of Guinness

My monkey thought of the right thing to say,

tho he said it inside a vagina

and in glorious ennui, villified decency

to a child who loved my opinions

I cut the throat of the devil

I am heroic in pictures in papers,

When interviewed I have become fond of saying,

'were he my savior, I would have cut him further!'

I lick clean cuticles which work my desire,

the C - word springs frequently up  into mind

in the presence of ladies, their sugarey apples

I just let them rot in my shadow

to alcohol.



Still deepness of blood, thick platelet of guts

I am thinning my fluid, am rotting my goodness

am unable to conceive of passion or gods

unspoiled by the blackness of rapture.

I am honest in this and entirely belligerent

I warm to your hatred like fire takes life.