Queer butt ends , no cigs, no cracks at gaysUpended, back-ended, cracks parting yeahThunder strikes poking punks parkingGross gathering raw rawhides leathers
Dropping,mdown to their bare kneesNothing off limits,mocked stokedStacked so heaving hangings the Brain silenced silhouettes of dark
Hiding from eyes that pry open ourInnards and throw out our gutsTo hungry bastard and bitches soON their prowl without clothes
Naked, ready to bust to burst toSilence pangs and thirsts and soMa woman other issues cried intSo many tissues thrown and yes
Flushed down drains and into soMan woman other baskets-of-wasteAll started from thrusts from ourVery own waists with ape-large
Tizers tazers razors quazers So easy to slip, no one to catch us, They are there, too falling constant,There is no grace just goose and
Everyone get a gold d gander ofThis, human spillage, beings beSo very broken without spare tiresThey just have to shake it all of of
Them, get on and be off and goingAs if nothing really ever happenedAnd YET unhinged and growing Further the absolute messes they
Are without much of a future soFalling so far from ant tree andBecoming QUICKnso very unrecognizable sadness so!
Sweat on their brows , they know Not how any of this occ yet withOr without any of them knowing!?!?
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