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Boiled P*ss
What?!
What did you say?
I've no care for those fucking irritating ecclesiastical tales
And your over-productive abortion clinics, from all those fucking rape scenes.
Oh! What's that?!
Didn't you know God loves you just like a sexually transmitted disease,
I laugh at your sex hate and frankly believable scars,
Those wisps across your skin? We've all felt them at some time or another
Monetary?
It's all fucking monetary isn't it?
Your pathetic golden soul sat safe in that tomb of a Bank.
So don't suck down that gas in your car at night
Because your Bank, has become your tomb.
Well?!
What's the matter, Cunt?
Can't you swim beneath the flood?
When you constantly hide beneath those curtains of skin.
Do you wriggle like an eel and squeal like a pig?
Are you throwing bullets and stones again?!
We've all asked so many of these fucking questions before!
What?!
What did you say?
So, you want some fucking honesty?
I'm the man in black
I've got lungs like tar pits and coal mines
I've got a stomach like an acid cauldron boiling bile,
I've got battered kidneys from all the memories I've had
And such linguistics of years stuck in my throat!
I don't fucking care about your kiddish existence
I'd rather stamp on your worthless throat until your damned head rolled off,
Boot Scum.
Mercy?
What sort of fucking playground do you think this is?
Those price tags created your crime, you over-righteous numbfuck!
We've always saved the best graves for the prettiest girls
And the biggest graves for the wealthiest guys,
Humane ideas in passing, frequently dismissed
For all your profits confused as prophets,
Didn't you notice you've been walking in circles?
I for one, noticed you confused God with a light bulb,
And I see the putrefaction of hate cast body long in your shadows.
What?!
What did you say?
What did you say?
I've no care for those fucking irritating ecclesiastical tales
And your over-productive abortion clinics, from all those fucking rape scenes.
Oh! What's that?!
Didn't you know God loves you just like a sexually transmitted disease,
I laugh at your sex hate and frankly believable scars,
Those wisps across your skin? We've all felt them at some time or another
Monetary?
It's all fucking monetary isn't it?
Your pathetic golden soul sat safe in that tomb of a Bank.
So don't suck down that gas in your car at night
Because your Bank, has become your tomb.
Well?!
What's the matter, Cunt?
Can't you swim beneath the flood?
When you constantly hide beneath those curtains of skin.
Do you wriggle like an eel and squeal like a pig?
Are you throwing bullets and stones again?!
We've all asked so many of these fucking questions before!
What?!
What did you say?
So, you want some fucking honesty?
I'm the man in black
I've got lungs like tar pits and coal mines
I've got a stomach like an acid cauldron boiling bile,
I've got battered kidneys from all the memories I've had
And such linguistics of years stuck in my throat!
I don't fucking care about your kiddish existence
I'd rather stamp on your worthless throat until your damned head rolled off,
Boot Scum.
Mercy?
What sort of fucking playground do you think this is?
Those price tags created your crime, you over-righteous numbfuck!
We've always saved the best graves for the prettiest girls
And the biggest graves for the wealthiest guys,
Humane ideas in passing, frequently dismissed
For all your profits confused as prophets,
Didn't you notice you've been walking in circles?
I for one, noticed you confused God with a light bulb,
And I see the putrefaction of hate cast body long in your shadows.
What?!
What did you say?
Published 23rd Jan 2021
Author's Note
After a recent meltdown I felt I just had to rage and exhibit the worst rage I could at the time. Imagine Gary Moore's Parisienne Walkways played by a dysfunctional avant garde metal band. I know it's nasty but I just felt I had to to be to release.
It's a piece I was reluctant to post but after reading a great quote provided by a very dear poet, I felt i needed to, even if it attracts some hateful replies...then maybe it should.
It's a piece I was reluctant to post but after reading a great quote provided by a very dear poet, I felt i needed to, even if it attracts some hateful replies...then maybe it should.
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24th Jan 2021 3:10am
I've been meaning to come back around to your poem and leave comments all day... whew..FINALLY.. lol.
So, I'm struck by the imagery and brilliant phrases, even within the anger and vitriol...
"I'm the man in black
I've got lungs like tar pits and coal mines
I've got a stomach like an acid cauldron boiling bile,
I've got battered kidneys from all the memories I've had
And such linguistics of years stuck in my throat!"
THESE smack down lines almost made me scream with piss and vinegar along with you!!
I'm not certain as to the exact impetus you had for creating this poem ... however this purge piece is an amazing display of WHY you should post shit you think you shouldn't.... because you never know what resonates with others...
I enjoyed this muchly, Kieron
Ty for sharing
🌹
-B
So, I'm struck by the imagery and brilliant phrases, even within the anger and vitriol...
"I'm the man in black
I've got lungs like tar pits and coal mines
I've got a stomach like an acid cauldron boiling bile,
I've got battered kidneys from all the memories I've had
And such linguistics of years stuck in my throat!"
THESE smack down lines almost made me scream with piss and vinegar along with you!!
I'm not certain as to the exact impetus you had for creating this poem ... however this purge piece is an amazing display of WHY you should post shit you think you shouldn't.... because you never know what resonates with others...
I enjoyed this muchly, Kieron
Ty for sharing
🌹
-B
