**** and **** my ***
P.C. Beach '09

I smell like smoke
I spit up beer
My medication fades
I can't even work up one tear

I'm out of smoke
I'm out of beer
My meds don't work
There's no one near

It would be so easy to try it again
To try to sleep until I end

I reek of putrid fumes
I haven't bathed in days
Let alone even moved
Only one pervasive thought looms

I don't care
No one cares
Time will heal their wounds
Time will augment mine

It would be so easy to try it again
To try to sleep until I end

A man had no heart
He did not lose it,
He just simply did not have one

The definition of sweet said:
It's ok, I will make you one
And she gradually pieced one together

There was only one stipulation
That could not be defined as simply just or unjust
This heart was fatally connected to its creator

Instead of look for a way out
Instead of look for the easy way in
He decided to look nowhere

He need look no farther than what he had gained
Where there was a hole before
Was now plugged up with a heart

It would be foolish to say that he was now whole
To say he was a whole man
But amendments refine the crude

Time heals all, time preserves all
His life was now hers, but he could not complain
For where there was nothing, there now was all to be gained

Grime-caked fingers digging into
An infant’s innocent eye sockets
The chubby little **** shouldn’t be wearing that locket
No tears run their course down its soft, pink epidermis
But one could bottle up
The slightly thinning blood
Into a small
Thermos

I told that **** to get an abortion
My ******* ***** deserves better than her
I can’t stand the scent of baby lotion
I’ll go fishing with its flesh as lure

‘Cause I’m pro-choice
Yeah, I’m pro-choice
‘Cause I’m pro-choice
Yeah, I’m pro-choice

The wailing, ****** howl dies down
When the child’s trachea is crushed
By some hand-me-down, rusted hammer
That turns its body to mush
One could still see the baby’s frozen face
Open-mouthed and purple-blue
Spinning around the unwashed blender
With the previous night’s food

I told you to get a simple abortion
My ******* ***** deserves better than you
You better coat your putrid *** in baby lotion
And have some mouthwash ready, too

‘Cause I’m pro-choice
Yeah, I’m pro-choice
‘Cause I’m pro-choice
Yeah, I’m pro-choice

“I’ve never murdered anyone.” said the girl to the boy
“No one enjoys a liar.” he replied through a gritted smirk.
“Although you knew not what you were doing I still hold you accountable for your actions for who else am I to blame?” the boy inquired in an almost human tone.

He’s applauded daily, friend’s and family’s hugs
And they all are aware that he misses the drugs
*******, ecstasy, alcohol, and ****
Used to be all that that crazy ****** needed
Cranking his **** like a jack-in-the-box
Slayed all his cravings as swift as a fox
She claims to love this boy straight to her death
And it might arrive in time to save his

A Victorian-era young youth of ripe riches
She could have portrayed Helen herself
Much more assertive than all of the *******
****** up and begging for help
He licked some girl’s hair-covered ****
Then kissed his savior right on the mouth
**** coated tongue with some chick-***
Then ****** her without any doubt

“No one can **** me! Nothing can stop me!”
Shouted the young man in rage.
“Don’t be so quick, baby.  We’ve got a new baby
Growing in me on the way.”
The young man’s jaw dropped to the ground
Exposing his soulless trench.
The ******* of evil ****** the man
Into a hug with that heartless *****

You are my slave
You are my slave
You are my slave

Three-fourths of a decade pass with ease
When your only concern is if you’ve got some cheese
To place on a ******* and nimbly consume
Being real quiet ‘cause in the next room
Is hell on the earth
And that spawn that she birthed
Blowing through everything that you earned
Shoveling **** at your ******-*** job
Or ******* a **** just to make your boss throb

The man spilled his southern-style tea on the floor
Causing a stain and a crash and the door
Flew open while the billows of smoke
Circled around the sweet ***** who was cloaked
In nothing but her jutting-out demeanor of anger
Screeching shrill nonsense of his lacking of manners
Threatening to pack up and leave him to live
Without his accidental, wicked, lead kid

You are my slave
You are my slave
You are my slave

“What the **** do you think you’re doing?!”
Was all she got out as he wrapped
His weathered and callused hands around her neck
He then ****** his blood-filled **** into
Her vile, child-rearing hole of malice
And pumped violently while his
Daughter watched in a state of shock and arousal

I’m not your slave
I’m not your slave
I’m not your slave

Still waters run deep
A pansexual ideology burrows farther
Gorge yourself on self-victimization
Fault rests in your skinny fingers, slipping
Swallow it and drown in your laughable appeal
They've got nothing on me

Merry Christmas, it's 1954
Mom and Pop will pass out in about an hour
Hope you enjoy the **** in the box
Too bad its not what you asked for
I wiped up my knuckle children with your list
Sometimes Santa forgets
Mostly because he drinks incessantly
To battle his dualistic nature of sexless monogamy