The god of lead is pressed to your temple.
Whimpers and humid spit drool from your lips.
Don't forget to give him all your money,
While he grabs a howling slut by the trailer trash tits.
And bang bang mother *******
Your both sleeping in a scarlet brain drip dream.
Him and his mobster team,
Slip and slide from the scene.
Inheriting your Escalade,
and the keys pryed from your icy palms.
Told you so!
Ask all those golden glimmered taxis,
Lining up and shining like a field of daises up and down Fifth Avenue.
Busily beeping along to a familiar song.
While your wife's getting her clit sucked
By her blue collared secretary.
Spinning in her risque black suede chair,
Inhaling her power,
With help from her engraved name plate
On her marble desk,
Screaming a form of importance.
And your iddy biddy baby girl,
Grew up a few inches
Burned a couple joints,
Popped a few bitches
in their crooked jaws.
Look for Jimmy Jr. behind the over polluted dumpster
Balling on his knees,
Because someone keeps yelling obscene phrases in his ear,
And beating him with a piece of cardboard,
"Suck it, Jimmy, lick it on the tip, deep throat!
I've seen you suck Popsicle sticks harder then that."
Coach Henderson has a petifile problem.
Too bad you didn't notice,
That time you drove JimBoy to Gymnastics.
You insisted on staying for a surge of pride in seeing yuor child's acomplishments.
Coach smacked him on the ass,
"Great split, boy!"
Wondering...
If this position could be useful on the gravel outside during lunchtime.
The police found one of the holes in you,
A few brains cells blown to bits,
And a pack of Marlboro Reds in your hand,
Hush money delivered to your stress.
I'd hate to say it but...
"I TOLD YOU SO!"
Author notes
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Written June 17th, 2004
A contest entry
- Dark,Angst, Hope Contest, inspiring by Lacer.
300 points, ended September 4, 2004, 43 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nice job , i liked this but i feel it is not what im looking for right now, good job though
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good
Most people would say this is pretty disturbing but I respect that you can bring this topic out. Stuff like that happens a lot and people do choose to ignore it because it's not happy. They are scared of things that are depressing and don't have the courage to stand up to it. I think you did a very nice job at exposing such problems.
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