Is the heart the other
Put me in the middin
With a pallet and a scuffer
When you are a guest
At the scrapyard retreat
So many ways to say nowt
Must mean we're in hell
Why did you play those tricks on me
Pretence deception cruelty
Fuck me feed me crush me
Let's be friends beyond
The lake of declension
Come and see me
In the winter
With your lazer
And your hotpants
With your sullen disposition
Like a patient at the vets
Ether either gloats or conjures
All the sparkling sweetie jarz
When you look up to the mountain
Can you see her molten gesture
Broken bottles line her path
Once she coursed with red hot blood
Now she succumbs to hard on crampons
Of trampling rapists in cagoolies
O the rancour of their drool
She could drown them in her snot
This is the word of the bored
Here endeth the dirty stream
The coalescence of gutrot
Unleavened breath of desolation.
06/02/18
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