Greener Pastures

Greener Pastures
by AnnE M.

to be free from this madness
to know greener pastures
to stroke my own genius to the point of erection
perfection is the key
to be perfectly degenerate, obedient, depraved, subservient, debaucherized, and attentive...
and to do it all with dignity and grace
but with a taste of remorse
regret is just another word for what i should have done yesterday and know that i won't do tomorrow... but still want to take a moment to whine about today
i can be what i want
i can have what i want
now it's up to me to want better
impeding retreats onto the darkest recesses, caressing my innermost tendencies and outward dependencies on infringements of moral character
hysterical laughter from the audiance
but the ambiance reeks of clasic cartoons and bad afterschool specials
if hell is for children?
then where for art thy parents?
well, it's apparent
let's see...
art imitates life?
but does life imitate bad porn?
retreat, scorn, and disbelief...
an hour's a day
and a minute's an hour
and they're towering over us from places unknown and in ways not yet to be satisfied
wide
deep
hard explosions
of misogynistic sexual liberation
and feminist cunt worship
from hair and gloves
to farts and feet...
we've got
big black beautiful
spicy latina
tiny asian
caucasian cheerleaders
with perky bananas
high hopes
and low expectations...
because the nation is ripe, picked, and crushed... smothered, dipped in wax, wrapped in latex, smoking, suspended, and lactating...
life
liberty
and the pursuit to be half undressed
so rip it, grip it, and flip it
ride it
bite it
can't fight it
don't hide it
slide it, spread it, and wet it
bait it
bed it
mate it
create it
invade it
breath it
smell it
sell it
divide it
rewrite it
abate it and regurgitate it
discuss it
surplus it
bang it
bounce it
bust it
in god we trust it
configurate it
reboot it
and intravenously shoot it
prevoke it
toke toke it
slap it and choke it
and then stroke it so gently it melts like butter...
sputter and flutter
deep throat her and gut her
i know it's hard to get soft on me now
cash in and grin
it's a sin to withdraw
and a sin to give in
so get in when you can
hogtied
electrified
oiled up
plugged in
and online
and all for $1.98 a minute...
so rip it to shreads, we'll make more
plenty where that came from
born by the dozen
litters to choose from
pick the weak from the herd...
oh no
don't cry
laugh sweetheart, it's fun!
i'll give you some money...
and some chocolate...
now be a good girl and let them all enjoy... they're little boys now, but they want to grow up to be...
big
strong
men... someday
and for that you must play...
and they must pay...
we are fodder for eachother and thus we all decay
and now...
we pray


^_^ who knows, maybe this will be available someday if i ever do make "Show Me Your Glory" 's sequel album "The Revenge Of Spankenstien"
i'll let ya know ^_^

thanx again Mac!
i couldn't have done this without you! ^_^