The good-bad & the Ugly

The good-bad & the ugly

I’m in
It’s set in motion
Im in the in between
Within the grab of sin
Completely filled with emotion
And in my saintest whim
In the place I have been effectively avoiding
In the birthplace of the murdering instinct
And in the nature of the motherly being,
The shootist of evil words
Practitioner of semi sports
Of things and feelings
For woman and child
Of mice and men
Of heaven and hell
Of all things zen
An avid gutfucker
A lover of the “Nutcracker”,
Of Christmas mornings, and foul play
Of beatnik novels and all things gay
January mornings and April showers
Of others’ dead mothers
Of my unborn child,
My my my,
That is one girl that will not die,
She will be mine, mine, mine,
And I will not share,
I will not lease, pay fare, or say “please”,
I will fuck your guts,
I will shoot you in the face,
I will go apeshit on your mother’s grave,
I will hunt you in your haven,
I will stop you on your way to heaven,
If you so much as think of a hair,
Of a bone, of an eye, of her’s,
Yeah you, bad boy, you in “the ugly”,
The man with the left arm of a Kate-Moss-doppelganger,
Evil-lesbian gangbanger with the feminist hatred for men
And chauvinistic lust for pussy and death,
You-me,
You, brother, son of my mother, brother of my brother,
But never,
As long as we both breathe with these mucous-infested lungs we share,
And pump blood through this worn-out, done-in heart of ours,
Never will you become the father of my so-called, love-born daughter,
May she exist in your forevermore absence…

thank you's : B.