The Tuesday Blues

The hand

picked

 up the pen,

the pen 

revolted,

said ;

" f**k this s**t,

i will not be party

to this party,

walk on ( prick )

walk alone ( prick ),

the rejected hand

picked up 

a knife,

the knife said ;

" f**k you, ,

friend,  your

 wished for scars mean

 nought to me, "

the hand punched 

concrete,

broke itself within,

plaster brick dust knuckle 

blues,

touched it's flaccid

penis,

the c**k rose

then laughed,

then went flaccid

again

said ; "you ain't never

touching me 

again             fool, "

Amen

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Satisfyingly gruesome to match my Halloween cravings, but I suspect you weren't trying for Halloween gruel here, but rather depicting the horrors of real life as you typically present them! *wink! wink!* It's pretty fucked when your own body refuses to have anything to do with you! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

how are you doing over there Margie, thanks again for your review and continued reading of my nonsense, lol, it is a mile stone/ low point in life when you manage to repulse yourself, haha keep trying it is achievable, thanks again always appreciate your visits, hugs coming at ya,

[barleygirl]

If not for my dogs, showing me daily I'm still lovable, I might sometimes dip this low!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Whoa fella. You trippin' again? This is brutally sinister and bizarre and freaky! As always you capture blue, full on emotion and express it in explicit terms. Reads like death, reads like madness, reads like perverted f****n insanity!

[gram linski]

haha, you know me, John, perverted f*****g insanity is my happy place, lol, there may be some residual angel dust wandering around my brain, thanks, again John, always appreciate your thoughts on my madness haha