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Auroleus Sep 2012
Smothered in leftover sausage ham gravy
A liver-spotted sewer-swimin' baby
Crawls up to the dumpster as Ma and Pa
Dig din din out of the can can
Before the man man comes out with the pan pan
And smacks em' all up real good like.  
Homeless in the gutters rely on the
Percentage of Americans that aren't
Obese pieces of **** that finish not only
Their meals but their plates and silverware...
Some even eat the waitress.  
How fat must you be, America?
Inspired by a ****** job when I was taking out the trash one night and the redneck training me was telling me how he dumps bleach in the trash cans at night so the homeless people don't dig through it.
Auroleus Sep 2012
The place was dangerous as hell; we had no business being there. It was a complex, composed of four immense structures, looming on the bluffs between Lake Michigan and a ghost town. I'm not sure which side of the fence brought forth more eeriness - the sight of four massive industrial skeletons was indeed an eerie one, but within the village that must endure it's haunting presence persists a dwindling heartbeat... and together they produced a heightened effect of slow decay - and that was what drew me in.

The place was magnificent day or night.

By day, we'd explore the groundworks while the light allowed us to admire the massive machinery, which by then had accumulated copious amounts of corrosion. All those dead giants, never to function again. In the spring time, beams of light would penetrate the ceiling above, caving in from years of stress sans stress tests. Even when the light was not shining through, one could make out where the beams have been because in their wake they left a trail of life. Up to that point in my life I thought that was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen - a thousand tons of old machinery, and a stubborn sunbeam poking through, incubating it's au natural industrialized chia pet.

By night, we would ascend to the rooftops of these four story horror stories and gaze up at the stars. Sometimes, when our ***** were feeling particularly swelled, we'd venture across the rooftops as if in some post-apocalyptic videogame. And sometimes when we were feeling a bit rebellious and artistic, we'd bring along some cans of spray paint and redecorate to our desire. Oh, and another reason the place reeked of death was surely due to it being a glue factory... wherein horses were killed in order to gain access to their foot-stuff. I was told by an unfortunate local that they'd bury the unwanted horse parts in big pits back behind the place... this man had told me that he fell into one while wandering around back there - nearly died trying to get out.

We knew the place was soon to be leveled, but we did not know when. Eventually I ended up moving out of state for a while, and alas, upon my return my childhood fascination was no more. shrugs... So it goes.
Auroleus Sep 2012
May the furnace burn us
So that we might rise from crash's ashes
Like the Phoenix as Felix
Pounds out a bravado sonata
Something brash and passionate
Like abstract fashion it
Causes conundrums among tongues
Flapping, rolling, lapping, growing
Synaptic tactics mapping spastic
Canals through the fungal jungles
Of minds melting from psilosybin I been
Growing dendrites as my pen writes
Reaching Zen heights while the men fight.
Wrote this while listening to various Mendelssohn compositions.
Auroleus Sep 2012
Decapitation plus
My ***** on your chin
Equals severed head.

Chained to a stop sign–
Your body twitches for a while
But I do not stop.

I wonder how it would feel
To penetrate your eye socket
And plow through your brain.

Perhaps my little soldiers
Will give you something
To think about...
Auroleus Sep 2012
Took a time machine back in time
And found that ****** Adolf.  
I found him while he was young
And almost defenseless.
I knocked him off his mother's chest
As he breastfed the way he did...
Milk and tears dripped off his chin-
And there was more to ***-
Off his chin.
I dragged him away by his arms and swung him
Around and around.
I bet you wish I'd have let go
And sent little baby Adolf soaring.
I didn't though.
I brought him back to 2012
And sold him to
Fox News.
DNA tests confirmed my fortune.
And for the first time in history,
Mankind had
Hanged a baby
Live on public television.
lol... this is awful

btw ~ THANKS for telling me I spelled ADOLF wrong.

Correction has been made...
Auroleus Sep 2012
I sing you lies
Like Lullabies.
The guilt slides off me
And you'll never realize
That these wise eyes
Are a prized guise
Fashioned to capitalize
On cries
Off all shapes and size.
Cries for blood
Cries of pain
Cries for God
Cries in vain
Once you catch on
(you won't)
We'll label you insane.
In the meantime...
I'll be planning the next Holocaust
Miles above you on my
Jet plane.
Auroleus Sep 2012
Shoot first -
Ask questions later.
"What are we shooting?"
The answers.
"How come?"
Because they're wrong.
"But how do we know that
Until we ask the questions?"
...
*We're gonna need a medic over here...
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