Look at her
grotesquely shovelling
Real living tentacles she
is aware they feel pain
but she is insane
providing details to me
no humane or compassionate person
no female with nurturing ways
She cannot see innocence
or the unfallen
all she sees through her madness
her delinquent guilt
Is the spital she swallows
and the dead souls that wilt
Someone should arrest her
caressing and stressing
where does she sit
In the annuls of malvolence
a gluttonous indulgent slag
a guzzling guormand
the crunch of live tissue
she is afterall a rich hag
Lipstick of crimson
From menstrual flood
she made it on facebook
loving the blood
every last element
Of this live soul
a monster from Asia
now out of control
imagine a kiss from her
her wretched sick gob
with a coke over ice
her mission to rob
her filthy digestion
her stomach to match
shameless indecent
she is really no catch
a permissive obscenity
thats who she be
if she’s taken ill
chuck the bitch in the sea.
but the bitch is insane