"bastars" poems
uncurl from your ball child
wipe away those soot laden tears
welcome to the new world
where all is here to fear
sons of the apocalypse she wailed
bow down to your fears
welcome to the new world she wailed
welcome to the fear
welcome to the chaos that i have brought so near
uncurl from your ***** you men
bastars filled with shame
bring forth your sins,
and i shall give them names
Crawl out of your festering holes,
and bring out the young
for a man will say anything,
when he stares down the barrel of a gun
so we came in great swavs
and brought forwards all our rot
and smiled as she told us
that the world would forget us not
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
A vicious ******* in the dark, alone.
Soon a supper, perhaps.
Nice tasting ***** around the bones,
First, a need to chew through that.
A vicious ******* in the cafe, beside you,
Near the window, near the door,
Wants to put something inside you,
leave you bleeding on the floor.
A vicious ******* in the office,
Near the cube, near the booth,
Offering to bring you coffee,
Stick his **** in, break the tooth.
Vicious bastars all of them,
Waiting, polishing their guns,
Some are family, some are friends,
All are close, and you should run.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC