666
Disconnected
When
you tentatively requested to be abused,
my elixir of life-well had almost dried up.
Weeks passed as I woke from hibernation,
to recharge my frosted batteries.
Your Van Gils-suit instantly injected my scorched loins with
“Love Potion Number Nine”,
and left me oblivious to minor flesh.
Frantically I plant sacred messages on the terraces of our Lunatic Asylum,
while you sweat away at rich bitch heaven.
My rebellious hormones maniacally dictate me,
to beep you up,
in order to beam me up,
but instead I cash-trashed out on your V.G.-Full Moon Special,
and now I wallow in your negligence.
The bitter moon has risen,
no more hot dates,
and 666 remains disconnected.
my elixir of life-well had almost dried up.
Weeks passed as I woke from hibernation,
to recharge my frosted batteries.
Your Van Gils-suit instantly injected my scorched loins with
“Love Potion Number Nine”,
and left me oblivious to minor flesh.
Frantically I plant sacred messages on the terraces of our Lunatic Asylum,
while you sweat away at rich bitch heaven.
My rebellious hormones maniacally dictate me,
to beep you up,
in order to beam me up,
but instead I cash-trashed out on your V.G.-Full Moon Special,
and now I wallow in your negligence.
The bitter moon has risen,
no more hot dates,
and 666 remains disconnected.
SoeSoe
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