MOTHER

Musk filled hallways of mental illness
knickers pressed to your face like a pillow
you sniff your cunt crutch as your top lip curls
curls from the stench of your apparently neatly tucked cunt hole
you stare at me while you do this
sure as the sun comes up you sniff the crutch of your panties
 
Gate way to hell
gate way to cheap box wine and discount food vouchers
psychedelic words seep from your lipless mouth
that lipless orifice, your facial gateway to a world of misery
you suffer in silence while leaking the stench of misery
the smell of the last ass you darted your tongue in and out of
 
you pass the world by in your little car
your box on wheels
your travelling fart sack
stench of misery, stench of disconnect, STENCH OF BITCH
your prickly mentally ill head bobs up and down between your legs
sniffing your manly fart with a smile on your manly face
 
 
pillar of the community
while you rot
you starve yourself you miserable cunt
you punish yourself
cutting your hair daily to suit the day
you crouch over the back porch holding a mirror