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You have asthma now
Laugh with me since oxygen kills our carcasses
The fucking cunts that birth us ensure of our (lack of) innocence
Splash and bang yes we made it
Only to arrive dead and molded
we breathe for our mothers though some may not
Only for her vaginal mouth to keep swallowing cock
Now we are fifteen whether boy or girl we know about cock
We have one or need one sucking and fucking against the clocks
Approach our loved ones but they are kinky fucks
Now we have two siblings who want to fuck up our butts
Am I really going to sit here and read this
Do you really have enough time out your day to sit on a toilet and strain a shit
(Inserts a smiley and thumb emoji even when platforms simply don't support it)
Imagine walking in and stabbing them thee literal fuck up like a mother fucking should
Hating the thought of your children creating a toxic funk in your home
Fun no just the image of a mother slaying her spawn and her fucking vaginal lips moist are prepared as fuck to yank their spoiled parts back in
A menstrual cycle where it all began bursting intestinal bloating and maybe an appendix
Chomping and sloshing their bodies into this fishy pit
just a little douche to clear the stank decaying smell before we sit on a penis
Opening wide for that same gooey smelly semen bloodied by every virgin he has attacked
Now we are sterile in a hospital wondering where we truly have been
Our vagina once eager and happy is melting between our legs
"A poison someone has poisoned us," it cries before it is fully dead
Laugh my dear reader for this woman is not yet finished
We ask the doctor what has happened and what do you think
or at least what do we know about our friend with bleeding eyelids
We have three unborn fetuses decomposing within our womb
but here is the fun part through acidic puss and bleeding gums
They found us fucking a feces covered broom
Boom wow things could be worse
Yes well the fact that she has been in a coma for three months and been raped by every passing doctor and nurse
These people need to be seen and heard but most never are
since most of us do the commoners mantra
we see a beggar in need
quickly roll up your windows and lock your car
never meet their gaze from afar
and never listen to them
since we have just finished listening to the last child of this woman
whose life had barely begun
who decided to tell me this experience for simply a coke and honey bun...
(I don't even fucking know why I listened this fucking long)
I reached for the stars but not the sky
I Fell off a building and I survived
I called on god and to ask him fucking why
And in the form of little fuckers like you he always responded
Well it's your life and you always wanted to fucking try...
Now go take a shower and think about this shit you lucky data having mother fucker
The fucking cunts that birth us ensure of our (lack of) innocence
Splash and bang yes we made it
Only to arrive dead and molded
we breathe for our mothers though some may not
Only for her vaginal mouth to keep swallowing cock
Now we are fifteen whether boy or girl we know about cock
We have one or need one sucking and fucking against the clocks
Approach our loved ones but they are kinky fucks
Now we have two siblings who want to fuck up our butts
Am I really going to sit here and read this
Do you really have enough time out your day to sit on a toilet and strain a shit
(Inserts a smiley and thumb emoji even when platforms simply don't support it)
Imagine walking in and stabbing them thee literal fuck up like a mother fucking should
Hating the thought of your children creating a toxic funk in your home
Fun no just the image of a mother slaying her spawn and her fucking vaginal lips moist are prepared as fuck to yank their spoiled parts back in
A menstrual cycle where it all began bursting intestinal bloating and maybe an appendix
Chomping and sloshing their bodies into this fishy pit
just a little douche to clear the stank decaying smell before we sit on a penis
Opening wide for that same gooey smelly semen bloodied by every virgin he has attacked
Now we are sterile in a hospital wondering where we truly have been
Our vagina once eager and happy is melting between our legs
"A poison someone has poisoned us," it cries before it is fully dead
Laugh my dear reader for this woman is not yet finished
We ask the doctor what has happened and what do you think
or at least what do we know about our friend with bleeding eyelids
We have three unborn fetuses decomposing within our womb
but here is the fun part through acidic puss and bleeding gums
They found us fucking a feces covered broom
Boom wow things could be worse
Yes well the fact that she has been in a coma for three months and been raped by every passing doctor and nurse
These people need to be seen and heard but most never are
since most of us do the commoners mantra
we see a beggar in need
quickly roll up your windows and lock your car
never meet their gaze from afar
and never listen to them
since we have just finished listening to the last child of this woman
whose life had barely begun
who decided to tell me this experience for simply a coke and honey bun...
(I don't even fucking know why I listened this fucking long)
I reached for the stars but not the sky
I Fell off a building and I survived
I called on god and to ask him fucking why
And in the form of little fuckers like you he always responded
Well it's your life and you always wanted to fucking try...
Now go take a shower and think about this shit you lucky data having mother fucker
Published 10th May 2018
Author's Note
...I need to be critiqued that is all...
...All of my poems will never be declared fictional or non fictional...
...I will say that it is entirely original since I rarely read anyone's poems on here...
...unless you message me I probably won't read any of your work...
...Although I enjoy giving criticism myself many rarely return the favor...
...All of my poems will never be declared fictional or non fictional...
...I will say that it is entirely original since I rarely read anyone's poems on here...
...unless you message me I probably won't read any of your work...
...Although I enjoy giving criticism myself many rarely return the favor...
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