A Modern Day Parable (Offensive)

I watched
Cap with his constant hard on
and triple folded neck, jam the
face of Vict, the toothpick
deep into the anus of Dave
the camel

"Drink the shit," Cap screams.
"Drink the shit" Cap ranted.
"Love the shit" Cap vomited.
"Suck that shit" Cap raged.

Cap's a man with greens
he rubs them on his cock
every night dreaming of GDP,
skyscrapers, and silicon tits.

Victs a man born of dirt
subsisting on scum collecting
in the cracks of his mother's
kitchen

after I watched Cap
fuck Vict to death for
power, status, and fame

Vict's limbs were hacked off
along with his eyeballs and dick
shoved into a meat grinder,
diluted and blended with piss
and sold at the mall for $30
a bottle

"Profi Komandir,"
eau de toilette.

A billion tears of irony
will drown all those that
choose to see.

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