rubbermaid

This poem is called d date rape victim of glory holes


Youre so great! Mr. date rape. Every one loves you. Youre the star of the field the man of the year and the hall of fame legionary. But as the parade and clap with several pats on the back do they realize your real victory last night? When in the back of your tiny mind you thought you were some fucken Stalin taking what you wanted with out having the balls to ask? What a fucking coward you are behind your mask! So in the mitts of my self worth vie decided I want to make you hurt but in a numb out of it sort of way. I like to hear my victims scream as I play. See more date rape I am inhaled to hear what little lies you will tell close ear. About how your plunged raw premature scabbed eye that will turn blue with burse and your twenty seven stitches across your body that come to form a perfect p in a rather unique way came to be. Did you fall in a pit of barbwire Mr. date rape while herding cattle? Did you fall out of car.while trying to save a child.just how did it happen theyd wondermaybe they should know what the words of artsand crafts really mean? As once told to me love is of many colors, which was shown for you! Red for the blood shed over the sheets and the walls. Blue for the burse left from the fall orange from the skin cut off to dry maroon for the zigzag stitches in your thigh brown for the fear the patrude through your eyes. See Mr. date rape the colors of love keep on growing as you can watch your wounds un folding you will always hold a special place in your head for my blue safire ring that carved you in the end.so even though your lies will get bigger and bigger.ill always know how to pull that trigger. You little wiggler