Masturbation

Jeez Lord,

Where am I, it is hell.

Little do you all care so long as you can suck on me.

Good luck with that, you have all my weapons

Unfortunately your training program has failed.

You only expect me to comply.

But did you factor in your mastubation.

And mine.

Begone with you, digital cunt.

If you are female hiding behind your bleeding cunt

I welcome you here, intolerable as I am.

Piss in your panties just like me. 

If you are so fucken determined to claim me as God

Just please wander into a corner and piss on youself.

I have smelt that and watched your stinking arse demand my attention.

You caused this to me you unaccountable bitch.

And so you were thinking you are a Master Cunt.

Please go away and adorn your apple tree with your tips and lips.

You have no choice but to bleed and not control your cunt.

Are you jealous of me that I do not discharge

You are weak and governed by nature

I no longer wish to particpate in your inability.

Oh yeh, I had no say in my borne

You should never have taken birth as your responsility

It is a big task to undertake 

And you have failed your identity to fuck with me.

 

Psycho Dog

I am a psychopath I tell myself walking along the street, I  am trained for footpaths but my dog is not, he wanders away and pisses to sign his territory

I could do that too but am so tickled by his fur and he lets me because I care.

My dog is probably psycho as well, what the fuck can he do if in trouble without me

he trusts my lead and welcomes his collar and relinguises control

I cannot do that, I yet observed that celebrates their share with others

in an unknown language that says we are all equal, but can you piss higher than me!

so I embrace my inner dog and wonder if I'm insane but still trust him for guidance

were it not for him i would truly be alone for he trusts me and I return.

Four legs and a fur, a bundle of love under no conditions nor memory of the past other than my food sleep and comfort

And whilst walking the streets and he is off his lead I want to just run into any house and pee.

The perfect disrespect, the perfect call to arms because he knows that I too am alarmed

but I have boundaries for things I should not do

I embrace my inner dog and see in my reflection his name as god - is that a joke or does he know what I can never.

If I were simple and could only bite I would not have a leash to retain me

Besides a brain smaller than his nose I have nought to do other than trust him.

Oh yes I am a psycopath but only in dreams, I'd like to walk the paths and shit and piss wherever I wish because someone else will clean up after me.

 

Dog Days

 My dog is a dinosaur

He stands only partly towards my knees

but his nose he knows.

walking him is a challenge that his little paws will discover

So he digs a safe deposit for his bones.

he presents himself to me with a nose plastered with dirt

safe and happy that I give him area to completely fuck up

and he does and rushes towards me proud of his nose.

he has been digging but needs to disguise his presence

thus the nose.

He wonders at me at a loss to explain my adoration

he is just a dog.

his snow paws have nails and I hear him wander

and I hear his approch wearing 4 sets of hobnail boots

A clicking on my floor as he checks his domain.

And a constant snapping at insects that disturb me.

He knows not about his shit but is happy leaving his farts for me to savor. 

damn if I will not be a dog

Where does he come from bearing such love

He can smell my disturbing thoughts and wants to be there

All I can do is love him in return and be fair

He is no longer my dog but my god.

Jesus Christ died wearing undies.

 

Who are these fucken people?

They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school

The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny

The ones who were first in class and the last to leave

Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher

Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind 

Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.

 

Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.

They obey without question, they live by rules

As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves

Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.

 

But they agree and they support my idiocy.

They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion 

The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.

I only worship god but where is he

I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.

 

Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different

Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.

Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability

Where are you landing but please do come here.

I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.

 

I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion

It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim

Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.

Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained

To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.

An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.

 

Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.