My Best Friend

A beautiful use of your anger. Few edits, if you won't kill me for it :).

'I drew down on you... You Fucking Prick! And if you fucking breathe wrong I'll make the hammer click.

I told you hoe not to fuck with me, I have no soul and I am powered by Satan's infantry.  

You've crossed over the line and now it too late.
Your fucking soul wont find the pearly gates.

So don't try to cry and beg for your life.
You should have known better than to fuck my wife.

So quit your sniffling and whining and shut the fuck up. When I'm done I'll throw your dead ass in my pickup truck.

They will look high and low for your body, they will search, and this Sunday morning your ass should have been in church.

Also, maybe a content warning for the younger readers but other than that I love the energy, the flow, the rhyme especially the use of 'pick-up truck' for both rhyme and imagery. Well done.

Thank you for your comment on my work. I have several poems and lyrics Ive done over the years. I have kept them all in my head and can recite them word for word by recall. This is my first time ever putting them in script, never on paper or for anyone public so I'm a little apprehensive but curios about the outcome of this venture. Not sure if what I do is talent or random madness. Or if the public can take what I have to say. Defiantly twisted and fucked up, but no real reflection of me personally. (or maby it is?)In some dark sinister way...
after spending hours reading your work, I find you way above my league and extremely intelligent. So I'm holding your comments in highest regard. Because of it find the encouragement to do more. I wont hold back what flows through me and wont keep it to myself any longer. And might I say that I find your erotica to be very stimulating. Wow you know how to verse with thought provoking words of lusty embellishment.

Thank you, Kurt!