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!
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
DIVA of DARKNESS 