Wednesday, June 24, 2009


The pill at the top of the world
will swirl down to the trench of your guts.
What havoc over there can be wrought?
Nothing but images of 'Splurts!"

I know all your grandpeepulls fought
for whatever heritage you find fit to cavort.
Just Clauses in memory with your name, though
signed all over documents like they'd fucked

you all over once and twice.
Masturbated over treaties and such.
Their dick and cunt juices layering docs
now your accountants beg for excel ziplocs.

But the software will be too expensive
for the kinda partays you bitches iz throwin'.
Don't throw the vase at me again man,
ok, shit, your pill's down the drain.

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