An army jacks off at my front step.
Dogs sniffing at the spilt offerings
that they have left.
I am true degradation at most,
a surfing playboy,
with guerilla lust,
riding the wave of the coast,
My heart is a bomb,
that will blow this sand to dust.
They've sent the notice.
I'm lining up to die in God's Holy Land.
Gazing at unborn fantasies,
I feel my automatic cock in hand.
I'm dehumanizing the swine.
Riding the 5th horseman,
there's no other love like mine.
The seagulls say they're attracted to death.
Each and every cosmonaut's eye
is crossed out with an "x".
My wet dream come true,
because this death is my sex.
The crocodiles choke on the oil,
that's pushing into the river,
and rising from the soil.
I watched a new born baby,
take my life.
He bled me out,
and kissed his knife.
A bayonet orgasm,
for preteen abortionists,
they'll cut the cancer from the earth
and leave just a festering cyst.
This is the rotting ovary of war.