Ginger-Bred & The Pathetic Old Man…
Felled upon ignorance a truncated orchard of desertification bearing no fruit
Superficial appearance of maturity yet consumptively scrambled to the all rotten core
Harboured loathing reflection traced unquestionably linear in maternal damnation
Projected so plainly abundant the blame game circles blindly unable to roost
Invariable make up in the taking of what it is such runts of cognitive litter aim to destroy
Outdone in totality by earthly opposite trappingly claimed via delusional superiority
Grasping hammer and sickle mentality unaware of their own nail and chaff positioning
Beds in their making as those misspent sands capture said dimly narrowed trailing remnants
Motorcycle Fruitcake
Cam’s shaft excitedly turns his faltering crank
As a handlebar moustache tickles his taint
Redlined palpitation races uncontrollably forward
Leaving that kickstand buried in the dirt
Ignition electric races in passionate direction
Surging energy throes a throttling piston
Guzzling of fluid a fill-up awaits
A knucklehead consumption for the ages
Yearning to ride in drag strip continuance
Welcome to Zion
Foundational folly; catacomb omission piling chord wood obscenely
Illuminating darkness; anthropological candle burns all but serenely
Engrained waxing containment shapes hideous mould; justification waning
Dinning entrapment wicks frothed warbling encompassment; inbred remaining
Internet Dating
Aphrodisiac and candles the evening is surely set
Mood defining atmosphere a time to not forget
Feeling good rightly so time to make a move
Sweet caress with the hand get into the groove
Action picking up the blood it really flows
Timely areola migration experience deftly shows
Hot & heavy here we go to get on top of things
Ecstasy nears and of that which it possibly brings
Birth control having now become a leading issue
Will CR be the first to impregnate a computer with his tissue?
Z Man Plays the UKie Pokey
Strung upon Globalist making, a regular clown
Name and number for taking, bathroom stalls across town
Mental stature in matching, rollercoaster he rides not
Aid money for snatching, having long since being bought
UKrainian corpses a’ piling, as the frontline moves back
Moral bankruptcy in filing, sky-high teetering evidential stack
Destitute prostitute for sale, where will it all end
But a piece of Empire tail, has he any further to bend?
CR