#blowme

Over my own fucking ideas
Comes a great big fuck you
My personal audience sighs in disbelief
Remember when stuff meant something
I’m not sure, I might have been faking it
Pretending I had any kind of emotion
I mean it’s all fucked with people
They’re always somewhere I’m not
As I guess I am as well
But they don’t leave
These fuckers migrate to suck my hearts blood with no content for my moral sanity
Like I even know when they show up
Or which ones
But they fucking are responsible one way or another for how all this shit is gathered around my next steps
They gave me a toilet to shit it
I’m surprised I’m not eating from it yet
Get some tangled hair stuck in your teeth
As the dude in the next stalls hurls
I get up and stick my dick in this hole
There isn’t an opening at the end
But if I can give this wall pleasure maybe the signs of the universe might be kind
I’ll love whatever you through at me
I don’t care
I swallow this shit whole
Give me all you’ve got motherfucker