Submissions by Cuicani

1.

Light up a cig, tie a connecting rope
around your neck and ballsack, and then rub,
madly, while staring at your dog, a pet
who doesn’t know his name and is licking his balls.

Keep the track, till you're find dead by your best friend,
fucked up purple face, laying in the floor like shit,
all pallid white, with cum all over your left hand,
and drool running down from your mouth to your shirt.

Then, fuck; call the cops, cut the rope, fuck,
the whole show, a lot of tears involved,
everybody wants to weep but...

Still yet
at the end of the day, after the moon
has stolen his place, another sun will
rise, and we're gonna find ourselves
forced to continue with the wonderful
Curse of walking down under the twilight
over and over again, until reaching the end
of our neglected glorious murder days.
Till then, corpses and babies keep blooming away... still yet