Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

is this your son
he is limp and cold
a bullet has done its job
should we cry
or is it truth being told
we are all
rendered parts
which is better served
dead babies make headlines
extinctions, eh...
who cares
i am fucking your wife

The hurricane came ashore and slowly marched inland
South of Merrick Road
Cold grimy
Water was everywhere
Sewage and fuel coated lawns
Soldiers patrolled areas hardest hit
Boats were strewed in streets and yards
Neighborhoods sat empty for weeks
And politicians worried about their future.

don't know which poem I like better

Darkly done but well done.

was it worth it
running from the dobermans
lost my shoes
woke up wondering
just all about those blues

fuck me hard
or is it running?

it s cumming
on xmas

yeah and all that wife has me fucking over it
killing of innocence
god s beheaded
idols fall to the ground

love hounds with feet of clay
end up lonely
each day the hunt for dope
something new
askew
kink me up and down

is this a marriage of geratric sex toys
debilitated dreams
perverted realities grandiose and depressing
the pendulum swings
to pull that trigger
one more time
\maybe
this time
it will be different
can you squeeze it milk it for what it is worth
or will you find that empty
with no deposit on the bottle= glass
that worn its edges smooth
sand and bullets
meat and stew