poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Religious & Macabre

Ramrage Poetry Dark

welcome to the xxPORNOSHOPxx

 

Teriyaki diamond boys dickin` wood

under her supernova bonsai hood, Rated X

has nothin’ over Vin Diesel`s triple X

as there`s not enough cum-rage in xander`s cage

she`s got a lot more junk in her equal~opportunity~gang~bangin`~trunk

than a thrill seeking junkie trying to play pin the tail on the donkey

bunghole bowlin` has her strollin, lookin` for gutter Sally

to French her two fold alley

`cause she needs more than ten still pins to drill her “ins“ and “outs“

but if you were my baby boy scout

I`d bend you forward and flog you all over

smear citronella on your cinderfella

God your mouth must be a blow suckin` killa!

and “Ooh“ Johnny cock`s corn and he don`t care

cause he`s the juicy boys number one little fuck toy

holin` it up in prison & cells, smile you son~of~a~cunt

the camera`s rollin` on your meat~beaters hell,

and you’re who`s Bitch now?

so she`s a bestiality barnyard beauty Queen

once mama`s little cutie suckin` a thumb & chewin` bubble gum

now she`s jackin’ on pigtails & swattin` tails of horse rum

so men put a leash on man`s best~friends, keep `em studs off the streets

`cause she`s the bad~mama~jama~bitch~in~heat, and sadly you won`t compete!

and welcome to the Pornoshop where every thangs drop

dead & gorgeous, clean shaven, a superficial haven

where porno clitsters & hairless dicksters know how to

single dip, double trip, triple split

where foursomes become five & dives then a hive of orgies

`cause it`s all in the Game of Groans & Moans

soon they`ll be replaced by drones

where everything sex will become a hex

of the mechanical & tyrannical

but for now …

change the channel Marge

and come to bed with your Homie,

he wants to feel your skanky blue head

as he thinks about Stewie slippin` Lois is baby huey,

American Dad is a genuine fag

& poor little Claus in his fishbowl house …

and will the real Dev please stand up

`cause this here poem is truly fucked~up!

 

 

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Lucifer up my Sky with Diamonds

 

forgive me satan, she said

for I`m about to sin, pluck the bobby pin

from my matted hair, sit my soul

upon the liar`s chair

and I bind you devlin

upon a hangman`s tree

the devil comes to deal it hard, 3 times 3;

Ooh, such misery in your painted woman`s goth

I stand before you

crucifixed and bathed in a river`ed styx cloth;

And what, did you think you can honestly

outsmart me, I`s like that saying sows

“misery loves company“ only I won`t

splinter your bones, you`re a tone

I need you to groan in me …

and cockadoodledoo goes the red cock

feathered on the fence, and fall you will

down to your knees

hands criss~crossed

in a pentagrams pence … and praying for

sixty~six our father`s & six hail mary`s

won`t save your lover from

beating down those dirty hairy`s

or taking a road trip down that suicide strip

no bitches will be tongue bangin` those fuck poles

if that`s what he`s fixin` to find,

love is invincible, a bawdy principle

like resort style cunts sippin` on manga vodkas

from a mini bar buffet but oh that fucking sunset

where love is not for consumption on a grapefruit;

and ei~ei~o blows john doe kicking down priests

baptizing those bloodletting beasts, fisting & feasting

the discarded & diseased … and what of those nuns

bumming cigs & sex~arettes, slam dancing` to

crimson & clovers drunk on vatican wine

`cause after this, nothing is a do over;

and it sucks to be sober you say as you come to lay

your catholic spit upon my radical clit … lucifer`s

up my sky with diamonds but for whom

the bells toll is the real show let me kiss you slow

as I straddle and strangle your tongue deeper than deep;

it`s midnight, twilight, last flight to hell`s blight

as I slip back into my broken glass slippers you slip back

into you slumber … you have a ticket to ride

Molly’s white line highway

but you`d rather pay the boatman his due

you’re fucked, my luv

and

I’m screwed

 

 

God, how I fucking love you ~

 

 


FREAKness on the loose

 

Hail to the Slayers & its Naysayers & Jeff the Killer!

unAmerican Horror stories have all been misplaced

disgraced, annihilation~raped by the Gods of youtube lubes & cum~panies  

5 Nights at Freddie`s is the satanic norm, inducted in

Slenderman`s Hotel Forestas Hell~of~Fame

in the stain of slain`ed backgrounds, goth music expels

of where the Creepy Pastas dwell, homos & cidals 

there is a tidal wave of disciple blades & munchkins who misbehave 

and who is your wicked Witch of The Bitch?

don`t follow the yellow brick road, hope doesn`t exist

`cept in a gram of red slipper coke where Dorothy slit

auntie Em`s American Gothic throat somewhere &

under a rainbow turning Toto into a slut-of-a-mutt!

`Shh` to the flickers of flames, Jane is a deadly dolls dame

a tumor, less than a child`s whimper & rumor

Oh my `lil Puss in Boots how she needs your fleshy suit

to wear as petty & coats around her acidic moat

she wants to flounce, booty bounce

stick your prick with her virgin pins & needles & sticks

‘cause Bloody Mary has nothin` over

her rotten cherries … so pass the Tampax please!

menstruation is a lyrical femmes demoralization

con~to~the~damned, spread the disease

from dead ovaries & chickens that pox

calamine~cum~lotion is the Cure,

no Love Song~s in The Hanging Gardens

of Charlotte Sometime~s

just puss filled bubbles &

band aid scabs over a wounded heart …

no one understands

just Puddin` on batgurl`s hands