There Are Better Options

Suicide.

I guess this is what I wanted.

The cowardly way out
took some effort.

I had to kill
cat after cat after cat after cat
and sodomize some of the elderly.

I was considered
unfit.

Suicide,
sure,
my punishment,
as they called it.

Coffin torture,
to be exact

They came into my home,
dragged my naked body into the street,
shoved me in a metal coffin,
and hung me out
to die.

It's here I have remained,
scared shitless
and pathetic,
but getting the inevitable
done.

There are some
factors
I didn't consider.

Humiliation is a constant occurrence.

Little kids
throw rocks at me
and stab my dick
with lil pointy sticks.

Full grown adults
spit on me
and lift up their dogs,
so they can chew on my flesh.

I guess it gives me
a bit of entertainment
till I meet my demise.

For 40 days,
wait only 40 days?

They have been loving my death.

They wish I could be tortured
forever.

Hell, I wish I could too.

It beats
paying bills,
washing my hair,
and listening to you
and your stupid shit.

Being stuck here
has, in fact, been a blessing,
it gives me time to watch humanity
turn into filth.

It makes me wonder,
How people can live with themselves?
How long can they go on like this?

One day,
they'll all wish to be in here,
they'll all wish for suicide.

I'm going to yell at them,
"Get over it people!!!!
Life is short!!!!!
Too short!!!!
Wake up
or die with me!!!!"

Stab, stab,
spit, spit.

Oh well,
it's useless,
I doubt they will ever hear me.

Time for me to go.

I hope the dead
have something better to offer
than all of you.

No Brain, No Problem

Jesus and I
Had a penis transplant.

His cock is impressive
And now ladies,
It’s holiness is all mine.

My mammoth meat
Is so soft,
So pleasurable,
I love to stroke it
Day and night,
And in my dreams,
I grab it for protection,
Ready to piss out
Liquid lords
At any heretic
Threatening my sleep
With blasphemous nightmares.

Awake,
I’m always ready to spread
My seed.
I’m willing to give thousands of women
Babies,
I’ll fuck you
Raw,
Even if you have a disease.

My blessed meat slug is invincible,
Almost.

I remain disease free,
But just like with any other prick,
There’s problems.

I can’t get it up.

It takes too much blood
To erect
And I start to faint
When its fully stacked.
It sucks all my energy away,
But that never bothered me.

I have faith.

However, it does bother the ladies.
It’s just too damn big.
The power of Christ does not compel them.

No worries,
I have a secret weapon,
My slithering tongue,
Which of course
Used to belong
to the devil.

Now ladies,
It’s wickedness is all mine.

My clit massager
Is so fast,
So pleasurable,
And I will never get tired,
I can work it
Day and night,
And in your dreams,
You will feel nothing,
But heat and passion.

The only thing women
Might dread
Is my excessive use of
Obscenities and verbal abuse
Directed towards them.

These problems
Are none
Of my concern.

My soul be damned
Or blessed?

Both,
For all I care.
I have the best
Of both worlds
And I can make
ANY
Woman cum
With the flick of my tongue
Or a quick pump.

The only thing
I think I’m missing
Is a brain.

I don’t know what’s wrong,
I start searching for one,
But somehow always get distracted
With pussy.

I can’t help it
That’s just who I’ve become,
It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be,
An undeniable sex machine.

Fuck it.

I don’t need a brain.

No one ever has.

Let me repeat,
No one ever has.

Praise be the Lord.

Hail Satan.

They're Still Around

Hatred shined bright
in the California sun.
I could see it in his blue eyes,
I could smell it on his breath.

You fucking beaner,
stammered out of his chapped lips.

I couldn't hear him,
my ears were stuffed
with the serenity of music.

I only smiled.

He expected me to respond with the same hatred
that's been gnawing on his soul
since he can remember.

I didn't give him the satisfaction,
just strolled right past him,
leaving him ashamed of his own ancestral blood
boiling inside him.

Leave Me Buried

The doorbell rang.

I went to answer,
Expecting a midget selling cookies.

To my surprise,
I saw Death
As clear as day.

She had tan skin,
Which I thought was weird,
And it was wrapped around
A curvaceous body
With gorgeous dark brown hair to match.

She was wearing tights,
A floral blouse,
High heels,
And more makeup 
than a flood could wash away.

Her scent,
A secret wonderland
And my blood shot eyes
Could not see her scythe,
It was hidden,
Probably in her purse.

I opened the door.

Whoo!
She looked good,
Fuckable good.

However, not one word was spoken,
She just walked right in,
Unpacked,
Took off her clothes,
And stayed in my bed.

I hopped right in with her
With an erection
Harder than Pluto.

She didn’t even sniff it.

She did nothing,
But sleep and smoke cigarettes
And wait…

She had patience.

Plenty of it.

Soon, I was sucked into her abyss
Of love.
I had no recollection
Of how I got trapped,
But there I was,
Right where she wanted
To leave me,
Not before one final kiss,
The kiss goodbye,
The kiss of death.

I’ve been rotting
Ever since.

No soul, no life, no money.

An empty wreck.

Her plan perfected.

She has moved on
To another man
Obsessed with good looks,
Desperate enough
To live with a woman
Who hides her scythe
In her purse.

I’ve moved on too.

Have fun with her.

Leave me alone,
Please leave me buried,
Forever resting in a casket,
Forever away from her.