"Couth"

I got your back Eric. Even if nobody else does.

Tell me How, does your mouth, open that wide.

Only to spill fowl, smelling trout scented s**t that smells like it died?

False accusations are as good as a lie

Defaulted recommendations are as worthless as your life

Truthfully neglected and sitting right next to my section

With a reflection, of a nexen tire presented as the next of kin

Transparent and dillusional, I am really not used to

This type of drama anymore, I thought I told you I stick to the usual rules

Once beaten and shame on you, twice beaten the same then shame on me

Once weakened the same as me, upon credence his name shall bleed

Freedom shall scream, dreams of the demented echos to be

Bouncing across the seas lonely, How can you feel that close to me?

Good grief, mischeif and mishandled treasures that are dismantled

On top of my fireplace mantle, Burning at both ends is the candle

Of all truth, the metaphoric abuse should be the proof

For the useless suits we use to attempt to show our couth

Smooth nature, while the hater, is much like the masturbator

Once he explodes his welcome share, he shall then become the traitor

Only to neglect the vortex and sexual experience he just condoned

And regret the mess, and new substance that has now followed him home

You wear your leather gloves forging the false love you feel for him

But Bloody palms can't come clean once the blood soaks through the skin

Author's Note

Ignore any grammar or spelling. For now, it just is what it is...

Reviews

[Placenta]

all of your writing is beautiful, in the very angriest, twisted, hateful ways. and sexual in some sense of another. keep on keepin on

[S.S.P.]

Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
Charles Bukowski

[Anastasia Starlena]

This piece was a very well done angry piece. Full of emotion and and it was great. You are so talented I love your work.

[Fairy Tales]

wow powerful.