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[Frosty da snowman]

my fifteen minutes of fame are over
before they even begun
robbed, stolen, mugged and lifted with the metal taste of a shotgun
force fed reality with a 50 cal round
blasted, wasted
wrecked, and spread
my humanity on the wall
..
the feel of my assumptions still tingling the finger tips
cold cash, poker chips, the finger on the roulette wheel
fates a bitch suckling from an hold hags tit
draining life and fucking you with that fresh face

the shit storm I summoned
brown reeking, ass stench like home
subtle freaks licking the walls
dead members of the loser tribe

trying to smoke oblivion is never a good idea
to big a hit, to massive the smoke, a long drawn out choke
forgetting the simple things on dark streets
even muggers won’t touch the walking wounded

limbs twitching with spastic need
the tweaker dance of nine am
robotic greased monkey of eye candy
hello is never that far off

naked and praying
looking for the next priests touch
tonguing the cross and thinking
I need an addiction

 

[grey kat]

frosty you never fail to amaze me. once again a marvelous piece of work.

 

[Frosty da snowman]

Thank u