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Sex, Drugs, and Rock Rape
Press conference cat calls abuse the senses
g-string toothless prostitutes grapple in the mind’s corners
rocknroll suicidal Hendrix Lennon waging war for peace
totally baked like a fucking cake
hippie draft gonna make you one of us
gonna make you one of them cause we all the same
all gonna get high and worthless in the black blanket deathnight
quicksand cunts and heady heavenly penetration of the soul
forcing the fuck into an unwilling virgin rockstar
totally toasted and dizzy with the trappings of cocaine, cock, and rock.
g-string toothless prostitutes grapple in the mind’s corners
rocknroll suicidal Hendrix Lennon waging war for peace
totally baked like a fucking cake
hippie draft gonna make you one of us
gonna make you one of them cause we all the same
all gonna get high and worthless in the black blanket deathnight
quicksand cunts and heady heavenly penetration of the soul
forcing the fuck into an unwilling virgin rockstar
totally toasted and dizzy with the trappings of cocaine, cock, and rock.
Published 22nd Feb 2010
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10th Mar 2010 4:24pm
11th Mar 2010 3:36am
What kind of muse would you prefer? Love? Death? A red, red rose? Some other poetic bullshit? What makes one muse better than another? And why isn't sexuality (an integral part of the human experience) a good enough muse for you?
