electrichead's blog: "My Poetry"

Slut’s with dirt filled minds, puss filled sores, and rotting flesh between her knees She’s got a gun with no bullets in it, poison darts with explosive arrows, 28 gauge shells in a double-barrel, a pointy knife with a shiny blade She’s got genocide on her mind, she’s got suicide on her mind, and she’s got homicide in her blood She’s the devil’s advocate, from melting genes, and when she tears upon you, you’ll know what I mean, and when she stares upon you, you’ll know what she means She’s got genocide on her mind, she’s got suicide on her mind, and she’s got homicide in her blood