I have her picture over my toilet.
I hung it up for inspiration.
She gives me strength when I'm down on my knees,
trying to puke up the girl next door.
She is everything right.
She is strung-out, drugged up, vinyl and money.
I want to eat her,
which is okay,
because by the time she is half digested she'll be out of style.
So before I eat her,
I'll boil her,
save what little body fat she has
and inject it into my lips.
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