I know this will offend
but no apologies beforehand
I’d like to find a nice rock
and smash your head
till i’m ankle deep in your dark wine
till the dirt runs deep red
make maroon mudcakes
in the silly ****** mess
hand them to my friends
with a smile big
since thats what I do best
Use your guts and brains
and make delcious warm spaghetti
serve it to the homeless folk
living in the intercity
and bask in the sun painted purple skies
exhaling soothing breaths as I watch stars before my eyes
and calmly wait for birth of night
to reminisce of your demise
Say this poem in a happy go lucky voice to unearth the humor this was made with.