Bloody Tampon

   
rape my feelings  
give them bastards of regret  
little devils that can't be consoled  
with fits of fury  
enough to disturb the gods  
in their place of slumber  
  
amuse guilt  
your favorite mistress  
then drown her cunt ass  
with some Jack Daniels  
throw her in the yard  
till her corpse bakes  
play a game of ring toss  
on her maggoty bones  
as the worms fuck her eye sockets  
she was a dead lay anyway  
  
electrocute sanity  
whose synapses are spaghetti noodles  
they've snapped  
now they play only sad country music  
on a continuous loop  
inside the madness  
  
corrupted, rusted out justice  
waves a flag of mutiny  
there are pirates riding the waves  
all the way to the White House  
symbolizing the first house  
floating in the skies of treachery  
  
where there is a demented deity  
looking for a cheap whore  
he wants a date for the millennium  
so he picks one up on the side of the road  
singing Jimmy cracked corn  
while stuffing her twat  
  
the television talks back  
the radio isn't listening  
& my bastards are reeking havoc  
in the hair of a blonde woman  
like little nits  
she scratches & scratches  
still it doesn't rid her of the itch  
  
my emotions are all over the place  
there is no cure for the stripped juicy fruit gum  
that intoxicated my nerves  
rattling them  
so i'll just go to the store  
buy some tampons  
& stuff them in the hole that's leaking