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Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Moving along
Insignificant little minds
Working, always pushing
Seeing, yet never obtaining
Who has time to give a rip
Snails that slither along
Nowhere, nowhere, destination land
Lost riders, off the edge
Weak bastards, pulled by their feet
Speeding car
Weakness, gets dragged along
Skin, peeled, passionately ripped from flesh
Exposing those corrupted bones
A man rides his tractor
sucking on straw
He was a sinful smoker
Who enjoyed his agony
Till Henrietta condemned him
To her version of hell
Lob off thy nuts
Give a good hobbling
Till the bastard
Just a ball-less
Limping, sack-less son of a bitch
Cars speeds past
Speeding ever so fast
Nods are received
Nods are given
RESPECT!
The mind visualizes
Dragged remains sail past
On cables, no less
The farmer contemplates
How to get things done?
Henrietta, here he comes
Like a mongrel, he marches on
Best grab yourself like you had nuts
Take care, fret not...
Your personal slave is here
For he's coming,
To give you a ride
On steel ribbons
Suits the likes of you
Quite well!
Like old times
With a gag in her mouth
Hands bound
Feet tied; to their pile O’Aids car
Must be a Ford
Whip it out, show the manhood
Piss all over
Mark her your own
Its blown in the wind
For a sack-less man
Sitting in the car
Fire it up
Let the throttle down
Show the machine
You are BOSS!
Hand on the shifter
Vision upon the mirror
Peering intently
Eyes, that see something new
A cross dangling in the air
The mind races
The thought;
“Cancel my membership to the virgin birth!”
Rip that cross down
Slam the foot down
Smash the accelerator to the floor
Listen intently as the engine roars
Black smoke
Carbon
From pussy foot driving around
Every time that fat hag told you to slow down
This car
Rage, every time, this car, rage
Nothing but a big complaint
Henrietta squirms on the ground
She doesn’t understand
Fear grips her
Her mind
Thoughts race
“This must be a joke; He doesn't have the guts!”
Poor Henrietta
Bitch should have made him a sandwich
He found his nuts
Screwed them back on
Shouldn't have been such a cunt
Now look at you
Demons laughing, shouting
“Just drag this wench!”
His Lips utter
"Worthless hag, cunt of a witch!"
Slam the car in drive
Tires roar with small squeals
Toss that fucking worthless crucifix
Ignore that thud
Henrietta, it’s about that time
It’s time for
ICE CREAM.
Screams, screams, screams
we all scream for ice cream
Kids line up
To see the show
Some toothless con-man selling snow cones
Five dollars here, five dollars there
It’s ‘cause of the gas, you know
Each day, every day, twice, three times
It’s five bucks, to keep the kids quiet
It’s five bucks; three times a day
Snow cones; giving the kids the shits
Who's running the circus?
Toilets comes to life
When a rectum hits the bowl
The bowl begs like a dog
Fill me up; with ex-lax snow cones
Cars drive fast
A mommy looks past
An old man smoking a cigarette
In some pile O’Aids wreck
Give a good old wave
Wave while watching as two stumps
Once called legs
Whip all over the road
Shits all smiles when Mommy waves back
The woman in a hell-bent heat of rage
Thinks of little Timmy
Dumping his intestines
In the famous latrine
Where the sign states
LET’S GO POTTY FOR MOMMY PLEASE!
Mothers; such good little creatures
Always looking out for number ONE
Selfish little bitches
She takes it upon herself
To spend fifteen more bucks
Not on snow cones
Oh no, not on Ice cream
This treat is called
GASOLINE!!
Open the garage door
Oh look
That red can
GASOLINE it says
Mothers, such decent human beings
Take hold of that rag
Do you hear it
Let the ear perceive
That Music
The sound of some child molester fun
Walk to the ice cream man
With his five dollars
Super special
Flavor of delight
That’s right kids
Distract that son of a bitch
It’s on the left
Open the hatch
The cap
Unscrew, unscrew, unscrew
The rag, shove it in
Douse it with gas
Leave your self a trail
Lil miss betty Crocker
Did you grab the matches?
OH NO!
Best run back
In such organization
Things are bound to get lost
Think, think, think
Where, oh where, did you place that book?
Like a light bulb
The eyes race
Like shooting up with crack cocaine
Those pesky matches
Always outta arms reach
Keeping that little brat safe
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't want to be late
Out the door, down the driveway
Approach the ice cream man
He gives a toothers five-dollar smirk
Soccer mom of the day races through his mind
Loving it when silicone tits bounce
Wanting to give this Soccer MILF a special Creamy treat
Directly from his love gun
Views you in your sluttiness
Just another dog, just a piece of meat
His mind already undressed Mommy
She’s always so alone
Home, with only a dildo
Light that match
Grab little Timmy by the arm,
The snow cone hits the ground
RUN, RUN, RUN
Murder is FUN!
Scream
"Oh, Ice Cream man!"
SCREAM!!!
As those who know show their tits
Eyes; explode across the globe
Mr. Fire finds its home
Explosions; Oh, glorious EXPLOSIONS
Little chunks of colored ice
Fall back to earth
For the ice cream man
Is floating away with his harp
Devils claw for what belongs to them
The Pervert isn’t going anywhere
They know what he’s done
They helped him along
Like good friends
Ice cream man falls
Like a deflated balloon
Nowhere to run
To hell with you
For being corrupt
Its five fucking bucks
Three times a day
FIVE dollars with tits
Oh, house wife, oh, mother of three
Oh, protector of that throne
Who spreads her legs wide for the master to see!
White pickets with stains of red
From a terrible ACCIDENT!
Is that what you said?
Give us a faint
Pass on out
Another miraculous tear
Oh dear,
It’s an actress’s day
Lose consciousness
Perfection from the drama stage
You deserve an award
Give you a damn Oscar
Or some golden globe
Don’t worry, Mommy dearest
Two eyes
Stuck in some sockets
A horny old bastard
Looks at your tits
While he sits upon a white throne
OLD MAN JIZ
Thy mind, gone
Bye, bye, memory
Another dead visitor
To play imagination with
Dementia after all
Know not where you belong
Where you came from
Give heed to nothing
Take care of no one
Says the old soul.
Looking through glass
The soul
Old, worn out
Eyes that work
Looking at Mommy tits
Dick hard in the hand
Stroking what is left
Medication reacting fast
No more pleasure stack
Those eyes seen that
Seen while squeezing one off
An old man smoking a cigarette
In some pile, O aids wreck
In that
“AUTOMOBILE!”
Waves, as two stumps, once called legs
Whip across the road
Murder in the first degree
The old man waves back
Too old to care
Just doesn’t give a damn
Left to rot by those he loved
Rest of his days
Disease infests
Relatives just wait
Money in the BANK
It’s what they expect
Rewards you know
Rewards, for watching someone pass away
One thing left
One thing to look forward to
THREE TIMES A DAY
Hoping to cum
Milf tits, Soccer moms
He watches them all
As they bounce
To the Ice cream truck
Those middle-class silicone tits
The old man begs
“Please dick, don’t fail me now!”
Yes, little Timmy, yes, yes, yes
Please drop that ice cream cone
His tongue licks the window
Only something is a miss
This day was something new
Milf tits is starting a fire
What is she doing?
That was a big explosion
The concussion explodes the window
Knocking him to the floor
Brings old man back to the war
The CNA walks in
Old man with his dick in his hand
Then it’s, oh well
Pop another pill
Let that sun cum down
Grab the young CNA upon her ass cheek
Horney old devil
You can still get it up
Watch, your old world cum undone
Its madness in the pants
To be horney has a price
She gives you a shot
Your mind goes numb,
Think not ol'timer
Your life is done
Last breath, Heart attack
They’ll toss you in a box
Everyone happy now
The Poodle Society, Big donation
Didn’t see that one
Fucking cockroach family
HENRIETTA POOR FAT BITCH
Months pass
Three convicts cleaning a ditch
Remains found
Bones, not from dog
Sure, wasn’t a Lucy the ape girl
Hell no
Not from a squirrel
It wasn’t no Sasquatch
Its HENRIETTA
Poor, Poor, Henrietta
Husband, not so ball less now
In the back of a squad car
Sitting next to Milf Tits
Holding onto the remains
of an ICE CREAM SANDWICH.
Just smiles
All of them, all smiles
All day long
Ask me questions
Fucking apes could solve crimes faster
Thanks for using a computer
They got questions
Ask away
It’s called
BEST FRIEND
It’s called
ATTORNEY
Rights you know
Give me council
Pay for it all
Nothing you can do
Lawman, it’s all just speculation
The soul is already gone
The system
Our grim reaper
Possess these things
Makes a profit
Selling death
HENRIETTA shouldn’t have been such a bitch.
The End