Animal
Waiting to slip out
Can't ram it all back in
It ain't all roses trust me so I know your way I thrust the same motorized dildo up the same broad.
Your soul hurt

A bad metaphor okay
I said it though - THIS POST GETS BETTER BY THE LETTER.
Call me postal I deliver it when I'm supposed to
Bad to the core
Radical
Ya boy
I'm American
Proud of it.
In the mirror again
Staring
Into space unflinching
Floating out
Unflunch
Art decco? This guy's out to lunch. Late to dinner.
Ouch...someone pinched me back to reality. More like a punch to the face. Wake up punk. Change the channel. Remote control clinched tight.
Barely beamed back to the beach in time this rhyme
Beware the crime
But uptight feet tap to the upright beat position. The tray don't matter. I'm landing. Cloven. Understanding.
Like a monk in a convent
Slouched
Day three of a roving matter this masturbating couch potato never dreamed it would be outdated, dating in dark alleys or rather selling handjobs to the ghost of Dan Rather.

Let's all gather...
Lord I beseech thee, bitch
I got beamed back
In time for...timely timelines
But the time lines up
Butt fucked if I beam back out
Lines up my nose now? - FOUL
Crouch under the couch. Ouch.
Gross. Cackling. Ghost. Hacking. Chokehold on my poor dinger
Shackled the appendage my faculties upended.
Rented out. Tweaker. Totally naked.
Leering at the bearded, brainy, unsaved Jehovah's witnesse freak I see.

Unshaven.

Uh wait. It's me in the mirror. I blink.

Interwoven with beardy strains of growing, demoted from, "Fuck it, let's go rowing, down the creek," to shit "Oh no I'm drowning. The ship sunk. Shit."

Jerking off like a circus clown with a circle jerk act to keep his circle of friends to a minimum. Maximum power, diverting, showering. Training tigers. Wired. Blood covered, covorting uncomfortably, conversing normally with shadows. His eyes sallow. Some sordid sort of unformed fetus. A fetid abortion in bed laying dormant, fed up, scum filled and gasping. Poison gases. He himself passes off this hellform as a living human. But his shallow eyes stray wildly. Casting nervous glances side to side. Nervous gases fume inside the deaths eye view his morbid mind sees in a trance. Phased out. Foaming at the mouth, more of a microbial haven than individual. A...