Before she scoffs her cat meal
\nShe puts her lippy on
\nWe only catch sight of her mouth
\nAnd hear the cockerell out upon
\nA farmyard fence
\nAll bite and crunch
\nSickenly her guilt
\nDipping the head into some sauce
\nOn her floral dress
\nShe spilt
\nObnoxiousness and wickedness
\nAnd sinfulness and more
\nOn a bed of watercress
\nThe wishbone really for
\nHer to fucking choke on
\nThe tiny bones to slice
\nThrough her vile intestines
\nAs we throw the dice
\nHopeful that in the lavvy
\nShe ruptures her sick bowel
\nSo depraved she then bleeds out
\nSomeone throw her a towel
\nShe was wrapped up in herself
\nCovetous she be
\nCrunching on the uncorrupted
\nHer deliquency
\nSuffering the bloodied wrench
\nOf razor bones they say
\nIt took about a half an hour
\nWhen she flushed herself away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Before she scoffs her cat meal She puts her lippy on We only catch sight of her mouth And hear the cockerell out upon A farmyard fence All bite and crunch Sickenly her guilt Dipping the head into some sauce … Continue reading