Cards Against Divinity


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


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