Farts

                                         Sober

                        Fuckereded all the way through.

                        Freshly plucked and drowned in poo.

                        Now Im just like you:

Small, sad and pallid,

                        Shutting my ears to loves’ ballad.

                        Pretender.

                        You’ve become what you hate

                        Your ideal is reprobate.

                        Can’t rape because its wrong,

                        But how else do I dance to loves’ song?

Give me all of this back.