Shackled to shambles of singeing sins
the faltering fire ignites my soul
for charred convulsions that shivered your thighs
against calculations of lustful banters.
Your pantyhose house with holes for the hen
corrupting the catch who slithered his snake
black, laced, and meaningless in corrosive memoirs
till hanging heights hemmed skirts to tattered flesh.
Hope's bar at wrist when barred from the heart
grating emotions eternally eliminated
by pursuit of sensation sparking demands
never was he her, to wistful wives
as shrewd vocals silenced enticing moans.
Doting over retrievals of the so-called worth
in worthless balding pigs with jobs
that paid burnt cigar scents to smoke
when weather was raining in slums.
Now from bird's eye view whores beckon the hunt
to the whisking wild zoo of men
greedily gathering to stick it
and retreat before the descent.
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Ta.
But they can also be fun. 
i dont think im very capable of writitng right now 0.o
he just shot my brain out, i cant write 
