{"id":237,"date":"2009-08-04T19:29:18","date_gmt":"2009-08-04T23:29:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ngc2632.com\/blog\/?p=237"},"modified":"2011-03-25T12:51:06","modified_gmt":"2011-03-25T16:51:06","slug":"die-in-a-fire-while-i-beat-you-to-death-with-my-giant-bronze-tipped-cock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/xal.li\/eri\/poetry\/die-in-a-fire-while-i-beat-you-to-death-with-my-giant-bronze-tipped-cock\/","title":{"rendered":"Die in a Fire while I Beat You to Death with my Giant Bronze-Tipped Cock"},"content":{"rendered":"

a sonnet in the Shakespearean mode by Laszlo Xalieri<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Involuntary grimace forms a sneer.
\nTo hear your voice proceeding down the hall
\nRequires weapons. Do you seek me here?
\nDefend me, God, from your arriving pall!<\/p>\n

Your awful snort offends. It crinkles paint.
\nYou suck the joy of life from ev’ry sail.
\nIn healthy laughter you provide the taint
\nOf swine in heat, of flatulence, of Hell.<\/p>\n

I whip it out and fasten on it weights
\nTo make it hit you harder, striking sparks
\nInside your skull where doctors fastened plates
\nTo cover holes where they once silenced barks<\/p>\n

I’m pissing kerosene. I toss a match
\nTo burn the stench of Satan’s mother’s snatch.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Bonus track:<\/p>\n

My upper lip trembles exposing a canine
\nYour odor precedes as you come through the doorway
\nYou smell of the thighrot once found on an old swine —
\nYour mother, a ship’s whore. A whaler from Norway<\/p>\n

Once stuffed her with h\u00c3\u00a1karl to perfume her cunny
\nAdmix’d with some dogshit to balance the flavor.
\nYou mimic her movements — on you they look funny!
\nYou show us her “O” face with lips all a-quaver…<\/p>\n

…And laugh at a joke you don’t realize is on you,
\nAnd chase all the joy from our room as you enter.
\nWe cringe on the inside. Don’t let us become you!
\nOur nightmares are mazes with you at the center.<\/p>\n

We hate you! You know this! We’ll fuck you with tasers
\nAnd shave off your soul patch with shit-covered razors.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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