

Demons are assholes
Though, at the very least
They’re up front about it
Angels on the other hand
Each and every one of them
Those self-righteous fucks
Can all choke on a cock
Either mine, preferably
Though if not Me, then
The biggest
Blackest
Dick
Cards against humanity
Could ever possibly find
Not even Good Design could allign
To provide the propper size
Nor the distortion of proportion
Like eternal extortion to terrorize
Them, their prize for all the dumb times
They have stolen sight from my eyes
While wearing an öDD disguise
That looks like dust & gravel
Being kicked up on rugged roads
Or a variety of variations on a cloud
Found accompanying clear, blue skies
As well to gray, stormy ones when winds
Are sent to carry nimbus wherever
Atmosphere is too dry, starts pouring
N-§ync with the kitchen sink faucet
And a girl who’s lost it as she cries
& describes every failure when She tries
Like whenever having to give last goodbyes
To “friends” who forgot this was the end
So rushing to get done before they finalize
The list of lies before calculating Karma
Of someone who dies by surprise


