Fuck, shit. Number 2

Back to black like Riley Reid

like fuck the shit, yes please

double each end while singing that I believe 

spasm out of control then just freeze

reevaluate, maybe it's just me

but fuck it I can never take a leave from what I'll always be

so I'm just rhyming like one of the twats from Glee

haha, a wheelchair for me but I can always walk to take a pee

just look down and see, that I is a he, hehe

try to giggle the shit with a multisyllable identity

wo man chill, maan fuck social etiquettecy

did that shit hate that shit, but fuck, I've always had a corny sense of levity.

Shits and giggles. Number 2

Getting fatter with the absentee chatter

flushed faces ruduced to nothing more 

then biodegradable matter

running noses smelling the gore of my vore

like fuck it I'll even soak my hat in the batter

I'll swallow it raw, but keep spitting your lore 

I spread crackers you spread legs upon the floors

ruuuun it's an open door,

 stupid bitch, 

 CLOSE IT,

I'm having a shit.

Shits and giggles.

Head shatters with red rain splatters

the brains wrapper, lays scattered

a true mad hatter, amidst the grey matter

spread across crackers

a real jaw slacker makes for a nice platter

a tongue tied meat snacker

makes the crapper jibber-jabber

as I piss myself, with a now empty bladder.

The moaning dead.

Lived life with personal wants put aside

endearing eyes makes the whole life justified

just to die alone with the knowledge that lifes a lie.

A shallow grave never looked so high.

The weeds do grow but the flowers stay far and wide

a bouquet of remembrance was never mine

though the grave stays encumbered with the never mind

with the view of coloured hills and the loved ones that climb.

A shallow grave never looked so high.