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Fight Club

Raz

Bluelighter
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Aug 11, 2002
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Location
In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
You go to the place
Where those beautiful men beat you
Eyes wide shut
Swollen round and purple
Black
Like the last cock you took
Breathless from the pain
The sweet blinding impact
The rhythmic pound
Sexualising violence
Because it's better than being alone
Confronting yourself
Or confronting them
When you can submit
Subjugate
Touch tender bruising for days
Run fingers over scars
That didn't come from you
Every man wants a bitch
The ones who protest
Want it the most
The less they admit
The tighter their fist
It's a club they visit
With one lifetime member
But the door's always open
And you matter
Because they need you
In this fight club.
 
Cool.

Would like it better if it rhymed, but as you know.. that's what i do.
I can't expect all poetry or artfulness to rhyme.
It just makes it more appealing to ME.
But art has many shapes style and sizes and i respect yours.
As I hope people respect mine also.

I wanna join the Fight Club! lol sign me up!

Good work bro.

-HOOD
 
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