The Little Fox

 Sometimes I admire the Fox, frolicking around in excitement; until death takes his corpse. Then... it is then I realize how envious I am of him.

Son of a bitch bled before the sun sank into the sea. Fucking assholes won't stop bleeding! Fuck them they are remedial, fundamental assholes raping dollars for dimes; will you test the evil that resides.

Please...test the temperament of my mind. Insidious thoughts plaguing inside create the divide of man, no continuation within; a constant contemplation of sin. The constant complaining of a little bitch!

Stop whining! Little Fox on a broken swing pretending to dream while licking yourself. A pretentious longing for self wealth, no help, placed on a shelf label upside down nowhere to be found; you lost yourself poor little Fox.

Stolen thoughts carried on the wings of a moth trying to elude the flame, unashamed; they fucked their grandmothers while sleeping. Grotesque motherfuckers won't stop bleeding, get it...stupid idiots. Your little Fox just got shot between the eyes.