portfolio - part 2

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Insecxs

Insect, Latin, cut into sections.
Beating his thorax with two pairs of jointed legs.
He’ll stick his antennae in your face
and rape you with his stinger.
You know you’ll bear his larvae.
His nervous system is defunct; he’s batshit crazy.
He fears nothing.

Except for pest control
and safety of his queen
and lawnmowers, oncoming cars, dogs, pavement, the moon, werevolves, anything that begins with q, women on their period, Disney princesses on vacation, spider mafia, the president, commitment, windows, my stepdad.

But he will never give up.
He knows he’ll be dead before the winter comes.
However, until then, his enemies will keep DYING.
(or at least have swollen faces)
He will hunt small spiders and insects to feed
his queen’s larvae.
And for all that he gets nothing.
Just hate of humans and disregard of queen.
He’s such a good guy.

A Lifetime of Expenisenses

I might die of heart attack,
but not before I grab your rack

Did you really think life ends at thirty?
Well, at least I can still talk dirty.

So come closer, hear the cash swishing
I know that’s what you’re wishing for.

So come closer, don’t stand at the door
Make me happy and I’ll give you more.

I know you never had a father,
you’ve been whoring ever since cradle

And my only fear is drawing near:
I shall repel you with my holy power
of disappointing people as a lover.