Raise these empty glasses and allow our screams,
to bash them in splatters against our sadistic maze!
Lift those sordid skirts above your chests, ladies,
because we don’t contain secrets no more, you see!
I’m gonna sink within all your luscious grooves, boys,
while over them thighs my head does sweetly grind,
feeding this depraved pooch thoroughly spoiling her,
din-din on a rash snack of greasy take-out fast food!
No, I’m not sorry, you self-righteous devil across my nose,
these bare shoulders glisten the gnarls of our creatures,
down for this audience to stretch as a carnal marquee,
starring the filthiest cast the creator ever done witnessed!
Wring yourselves into my unholy golden halo, sinners,
seductively lasso this warm and moist animal’s mouth!
There won’t be a charge if I can remain in this craving,
upon my knees admiring our reflections in oily puddles!
We’re both sick in even our own constructed reality,
this superior drug of choice batted about between us,
breaking tops to shards in my crushing bottle opener,
where no kiss goes without blood smearing our lips!
Yes, I’m possessed, you desperate voyeur streaking my belly,
do firmly pass this intoxicating spirit around your wanton table,
beating my striped fuming backside with those curious fingers,
never remembering just where you misplaced that infernal spell!
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