Posts Tagged ‘depravity’

 

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Death is the great trick

You are death’s whore

You should never underestimate the weasel

Death is the great trick

You are death’s weed

You should fear a poisonous scrotum oozing pus

Death is the great trick

You suck death’s marrow

You should never believe what the cool people say

Death is the great trick

Wink and you’ll miss it

You should never underestimate the depths of my depravity

Death is the great trick

You are death’s dildo

You should never trust a man on meth

Or an amateur gynaecologist

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dirtyroom

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a squat
A homes-westy kind of festering junkie den of dankness
When there’s crap all over the floor and dirty plates creating no stepping zones
The coffee table hasn’t been cleaned in months has black impasto layers of dirt
Just missing a couple of skanky junkie prostitutes nodding off in the corner
Now that would be cool

My sheets have a substantial amount of sand, dirt and guinea pig poo on them
Fortunately they’re black
I can never keep the doona cover on, so the doona is a dirty white slug on my bed
There are empty cigarette butts on the floor as I have been raiding my butt collection
It’s a miracle I get out of the place looking clean and moderately respectable sometimes
The wonders of showers and deodorant I guess

I wonder if I’d clean up my act for a good woman
Perhaps- anything is possible though not probable
I do kind of love my filth
I revel in many forms of corruption and depravity
So do the guinea pigs
They are piggies like me

The Bridge

Posted: September 30, 2014 in poetry
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There’s the dead weight of death on my shoulder,
And a rainbow of love in my heart’s secret room.
In between life and death we’re on a bridge passing over in a slow pilgrimage.
Sometimes we step through the rungs of the decrepit bridge and we feel lost in a disastrous fall:
The horrid jaws of degeneracy gape and we feel like we could plummet,
But sometimes we dance across the rungs without regard for falling and miraculously stay upright.
Always we must keep going and never look down into the maw of depravity.
Always trying to avoid becoming obsessed with death.
We must keep our eyes on the other side where eternity is waiting and we will be freed from these putrefying bodies.