boredoms of normality, we are modernly retarded .

i threw up too much and now i don't care.

these tumours, they overgrow,
over flow.
they shove and moan, pedophiles groping children's bones
no physical manifestations we would require,
that head of yours filled with enough desire.
and we were liars, buying shit from these fliers.
they handed out, pure and clean.
and we just couldn't see past the sheen.

[and the clean sheen was as white as coke]


upon these thoughts we would stumble;
filled with regret, these tumbles
upon we fumble, shunt this cunt.
"perverts, perverts" was a little blunt.
there was no long hunt; a slip and fall,
breaks open foam washed mouths;
and we would beg, hatching that moulding egg.
with a clean, stuffed leg.