Monday, January 26, 2009

Sewing Together A Ruptured Artery.

You always crawl back.
Like an addict to a pipe.
A trollop to a dick.
Your morals stand on salt.
Excuse me while I hose you down.
You are sewage.
You are filth.
You are not my equal.
I am a deity.

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