Rotten Bend a hamlet<\/p>\n
in the heart of some old Wood<\/p>\n
A castle of Doom, stands idle<\/p>\n
its turrets never should<\/p>\n
have been allowed permission<\/p>\n
to darken this fair land<\/p>\n
and living there a boorish Count<\/p>\n
most fail to understand<\/p>\n
The Northern Lights shine brighter<\/p>\n
on the higher levels where<\/p>\n
a lad once pissed in bottles<\/p>\n
and left them everywhere<\/p>\n
custard creams and bourbons<\/p>\n
the biscuits of his choice<\/p>\n
a weird skull sapping siren shocking<\/p>\n
strepitous sounding voice<\/p>\n
he who deals in facts<\/p>\n
who dares relax<\/p>\n
his harems still<\/p>\n
loaded with sweet psychiatric maidens<\/p>\n
who now will<\/p>\n
take the hand of BOR the Count<\/p>\n
for solicitous romance<\/p>\n
for ruttishness and carnal splendour<\/p>\n
just to have that chance<\/p>\n
the smell of weed<\/p>\n
will clearly feed<\/p>\n
the famished for the night<\/p>\n
his bed so full of women<\/p>\n
lusting for his might<\/p>\n
like moths around a candle<\/p>\n
in him they feel the cure<\/p>\n
a man who deals in facts<\/p>\n
rapacious<\/p>\n
what a lure!<\/p>\n
every womans dream<\/p>\n
to be subservient and lend<\/p>\n
themselves to taste his sugar<\/p>\n
those custard creams my friend<\/p>\n
to enjoy his eroticism<\/p>\n
and to also kiss his feet<\/p>\n
do whatever he demands<\/p>\n
Sir Bor of the elite<\/p>\n
Noro Virus the diarrhoea<\/p>\n
of choice<\/p>\n
so amoebics say<\/p>\n
the trots<\/p>\n
can get you turned on<\/p>\n
to a relaxing holiday<\/p>\n
bloody sheets and dog poo<\/p>\n
littered around the floor<\/p>\n
cans of fast food<\/p>\n
in plastic sacks<\/p>\n
the passion of the BOR<\/p>\n
Paradise is evident<\/p>\n
inside his tiny mind<\/p>\n
his ardour and his coquetry<\/p>\n
is clearly underlined<\/p>\n
and the appeal of every virgin<\/p>\n
that darkens his fair door<\/p>\n
his entanglement<\/p>\n
his pursuit of love<\/p>\n
of course the great Count Bor<\/p>\n
<\n\nand dog poo will be there\n\nthe unsuspecting visitors boots,\n\nwill pretty quickly share\n\n\nthe excremental crud that clings\n\nas shit does to each toe\n\nthe detestation of it\n\nin loveless hearts may grow\n\n\n\nThe need for servile senorita's\n\nwanting of his light\n\nhis sycophantic slavery\n\nhe is one parasite\n\n\n\nliving on the love and earnestness of women kind\n\nhe loves a flowing petticoat\n\na nymph to share his mind\n\n\n\nhe is the greatest stallion\n\nwho will shag them till they cry\n\nthey realise his manliness\n\nand clearly its no lie\n\n\n\nto be the kinsman actually on him\n\nsuch girl must need\n\ndesensitized to women to their wants, their loves\n\nindeed\n\n\n\nall he wants is everything\n\nfrom them and they must share\n\nthemselves and remain his property\n\njust chattels unaware\n\n\n\nready to, give of themselves\n\nto every rampant thought\n\nhe is their narcosis\n\ntheir anaesthesia\n\nit gets easier\n\nas they remain well bought\n\n\n\nhe provides their scant desire\n\nand if they ever argue back\n\nthey perish in his fire\n\n\n\nhis mood become psychotic\n\nthe dealer in the facts\n\nuses his great furrowed mind\n\nand says he's never lax\n\n\n\nactually untruths, investigations\n\nfables too<\/span><\/p>\n and since he is the great Count Bor<\/p>\n his deceit is followed through<\/p>\n believe the great mans<\/p>\n point of view,<\/p>\n for women really \u00a0are<\/p>\n subservient and lesser souls in the land where he is the star<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rotten Bend a hamlet in the heart of some old Wood A castle of Doom, stands idle its turrets never should have been allowed permission to darken this fair land and living there a boorish Count most fail to understand … Continue reading