1 – (800) 666-6666
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I shoved a slug
up my nose
had a vision
of a Catholic roach
selling Devil dope and
plotting a hit on me
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talking cunts
yellow skunks
day old blunts
unwanted junk
in my religious trunk
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stop injecting me
stop infection-ing me
you’re not the priest
you’re not the beast
Atheist Agnostic?
Pft, please!
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1 – (800) 666-6666
is the toll free # to Hell
Satan sells, so is death buying?
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On an iron crucifix
where Gideons flock
is where Heaven glistens
in biblical rocks
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all this Demon-cratic recreation
is just a Republic creation
for the Independent nation
America is under a systematic scope
of propagandized hope
so don’t forget to vote Christianity
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but sayeth the Demon to the Angel
loitering on weakened shoulders:
Angelic one get your gun
and lets blow this sacrilegious bitch
to Kingdom Come!
I am not Dorothy
I was caught up
between the floral bitches
and the witches haze
lost be`neath the thunder
of plastic bridges; I am not Dorothy
lost in her blinding oz`s maze
and these tracks I bury
in my staggered path
are all that I have left
to remind ~
the dirt fields trenched
have been migrated and excavated
and they split through my legs
like valleys in rows of sacks and salt
my cunt bleeds produces seeds
tulips beg for a drib of sip of yore;
in my mind, I climb the highest tower
I have power to take flight
and when I let go to sow
snow white in her whites
lightening eclipses with my body …
and I become one with the sky;
and so high my immorals fly
I feel like a ma`ruin`d canary buried within
a red crow cocooning within a graying eagle,
you say that I am
but a feathered enigma to your touch
that I am one failure you cannot solve
nor resolve or absolve
for truth`s be told;
I am a red splintered
glass slipper
I will only drop my house
on you
I am much to penetrated
within your tornados
Poem #36…(thank you Frankie Valli)
.and big girls don’t cry.
whiskey
diamond
teardrops
plunge eternally
from my cunt ~
she weeps bittersweet
for you;
I’m 80% proof
[20% denial]
that my clit
is capable
of moving heaven
without
the gentle fondles
of your tongue and
fingers ~
‘big girls don’t cry’, so you once said
when you left me
desperately
suckling your cum’s residue
off my heartbroken tits;
the twins miss the subtle
of your hands and
mouth;
and ‘big girls don’t cry’,
I dare to echo you ~
I wish you could see me now,
how disappointed
you’d be
sinking me
to a level
of no shame.
~ Cuervo Fire In My Blood
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semen throttle thrust o rdose
white crotchless panty’s
hang on the [clothes]line
leaving the battered
of dildo zombies
preparing for the next flesh war
under a pink mushroom head sky;
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I am a one woman,
a~sexual
in my southern comfort
cunt-try
no amount of Jack Daniel’s
can drink away
these bluegrass tears
while hooded gators
snap at my feet, and
cuervo fire burns in my blood;
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he once reigned under my body
with his silver flask tongue
he said he’d take me to church
if he could put a ring
on my va~Gina
and not on my finger;
his cigarette ash lush
still lingers carnivorously
when my thighs part
and kiss the sky;
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I swallowed
this shallow and dense grave of ours
after you castrated
the bull who sodomized my parched womb;
eventually
I grew our little piece of birdcage heaven
on my tongue
and we frenched kiss our wings
to Paris via a tourniquet
dipped in cuervo caliche
the color of rustic earp blood.
Psycho Sluts Live In Heaven
Psycho sluts live in Heaven
branded in apple tattoos
that kiss the mouth of those unSatan
like those wogs slithering like their counterpart semen
trudging upstream to mate with my berries;
Angelina Jolie ordered herself
a Double-Scotch-On-The-Rocks Mastectomy
and I think ‘what’s the point’
you’re getting old anyways!
So embrace shriveling up
and eventually dying.
Seven Sins (that don’t compare to deadly)
ENVY – How in the hell am I suppose to envy what others don’t have?
GLUTTONY – If I bit more than I could chew, I wouldn’t have any teeth
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GREED – Everyone else has everything else, so why can’t I?
LUST – Just because I have a pussy doesn’t mean I have to satisfy it every second I have a sexual thought.
PRIDE – Who needs it in these times. Beg for money. Drink out of a used cup. Pick up a penny. Squat piss on a tree.
SLOTH – Isn’t everyone at six in the morning?
WRATH – If I spend all day plotting an economical revolution then I wouldn’t have time writing shit that doesn’t sell such as this shit!
DIVA of DARKNESS 