Matouk

Matouk
How could you betray me?
For yourself
Your standing in the eyes of the cool
Avoidance of abuse
Your funny name
You lack of fighting skill
Your seperatist religion
Your foreign (but sweet) mother
Turn your back on your best friend
Yearn for the acceptance of others
Would they have given you all?
Would they have spread their legs for you?
Taken you inside themselves?
I would have
But seek out others
They are more cool
More accepted
Less caring
Unimportant
Not caring for you
Not your best friend
The damage is done
Who can undo it?

Pos

Posses me not demonic obsession!
Get thee behind me!
Take thine beautiful hairles butt-hole away from me!
Re-sheath thine beatiful erect organ!
Cover thine slick gleaming glans!
Re-gird those beatiful smooth thighs!
Uncurl those long toes!
Remove thine fingers from my hair!
Pant thee not into my ear!
Moan not from my thrusting!
Groan not when I push deeply!
Posses me not!

Skag

You wander the bar
with your pony tail down your back
I wonder as I brush by you
If I might get lice

Poor Lad

Poor pretty little kidnapped lad
You were held four years
Likely abused, beaten, molested
You feared to escape
feared for your life
I can understand that
others say they can't
They are stupid
Mainstream
Powerful
They can't see beyond their
whitebread, middle-class, majority
My heart breaks for you
and I pity your pain, hurt
your tortured long ordeal
But I have my own tortures
I want to love you
To be with you
And I hate myself

Wankin'

So, it's 4AM.
My balls are dry.
My eyes are dry.
My crotch is glowing, relaxed,
blood slowly oozing out of it.
It was good.
Alas, now I want it again.
Who has that kind o' fukin energy?