he was that kind of boy...

he looked like a skinny gay boy
and not in the hot way
where I’d let him fuck me in the ass
after too many laughs and shots of vodka

no, he wasn’t the kind of boy
you wriggled your panties off for
though he often thought he had
the kind of swagger gangsters rap about

he was always talking his mouth off
acting like he was a gift sent from God
and that anyone with a cunt and tits should get down on their knees
and blow him for the privilege of simply being alive and in his breathing space

he was the kind of boy
I wanted to beat with a baseball bat
after I’d tied him up in my basement
and gotten him so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name

he was the kind of boy that I could’ve got off on torturing…
he was the kind of boy I’d have done a lot of things to…
he was the kind of boy I would’ve loved to make bleed
only someone got there first

and they didn’t leave much of the body left
for the rest of us

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