well, a renaissance is overdue.
the resurrection of new tenor,
sly beggars.
'cos a complicated kindness
made me
feel funny.
mercy fuzzy
like rambling c*m bunnies.
comme il faut,
beauty born,
woo car horns from unknowns.
you won the heart,
held your own.
taunt insatiable moans
from a truelove
blown in
by hell-fire.
the Dolorous.
sweetie wrapped in barbed wire.
all night doting.
"come on, baby.
would you vibe on my Might?”
“no, I won’t.”
“but I am God.”
“would the Maker cite
his own being to fuck
his, uh,
reverent creations?”
"womankind! Hail Flesh!"
“they're bursting into get me now!!!”
“i'm never like this.”
the mutation maims the vow.
strays feel
no fear.
they forage and then corrode.
fill the cannons.
unload.
corrupted zeroes
knock, knock.
“well, uh oh.”
and i come...
come to light
in the void
and wrap up my long fucking life!
whoo-uh.
whoo-uh.
i hear my name through the gloom.
“Bad Man, please.
i think you’ve gone to pieces.”
“baby, you’re fooling me.”
she says,” no.”
“but i’m cold
and i see the future.
shitty hearts and kinky creatures,
the ones
that thirst
on the blood of the ones you love...
my future eats you!"
VOICE ON INTERCOM IN PURGATORY
Hello there, and welcome to the nucleus of a deviant. Here we can travel through the past, present, future and alarming subconscious of someone overwrought with uncommon but precarious desires. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times and enjoy.
she’s looking very fine
and so i feel inclined
to engage her in conversation
for the hundredth time.
my purpose is defined.
the sentiment implied
so now i will just sit tight,
tranquil, leading with the eyes.
“you’re looking very fine.”
a shapely form main lines
sleazy dreams of Do the Do
into my flimsy mind.
“you’re looking very fine"...
well, i love you
to pieces
but i’m feeble,
i’m a weakness
and i’m not your
fucking Jesus.
i’m the Lowlife.
hearts anemic.
well, i love you
to pieces
but i’m the evil
bae with --
(garbled demon speak)
and i’m not your
fucking Jesus.
i’m the Bleakness.
Meanest Sweetness.
well, i love you
to pieces
but my heart’s sick.
it’s anemic
and i’m not your
fucking Jesus.
i’m the evil,
i’m a weakness.
well, i love you
to pieces
but i'm the feeble
bae with --
(garbled demon speak)
and i’m not your
fucking Jesus.
i’m the Bleakness.
Meanest Sweetness.
Mhmmm...
