There's something deeply satisfying
In decimating a piece of runaway tissue
With a healthy jet of ****
I stand towering above it
As it clings stealthily to the ceramics
And
cackle
as
I
reduce
it
to
mush.
It bleeds yellow.
I feel no remorse.
Perhaps that's why
If the world were ruled by women
There'd be less war.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
There's something deeply satisfying
In decimating a piece of runaway tissue
With a healthy jet of ****
I stand towering above it
As it clings stealthily to the ceramics
And
cackle
as
I
reduce
it
to
mush.
It bleeds yellow.
I feel no remorse.
Perhaps that's why
If the world were ruled by women
There'd be less war.