Whore-Juggling Cum Basket Bitch (a poem about Obesity)

[TheDeceased]

You son of a whore-juggling, cum basket bitch
You make my stomach turn and both eyes twitch
If I had a goat I wouldn’t let you fuck it
If a snake bit my cock I wouldn’t let you suck it
You self-pitying granule of dried up semen
Excreted unnoticed from the ass of a demon
You deserve to be tortured, tied up and beaten
And forced to watch your husband cheating
With something, for once, that doesn’t look like a slug
And constantly moans that they’ve never been hugged

You fat, fucking bloated, cheese eating shit
The next time you happen to have one of your fits
I’ll leave you to wobble and die on the floor
Then paint on your forehead: ’fat fucking whore’
So all the world can come and see what a waste of life they can be
If they gorge themselves mercilessly
Whining to everyone who throws them a glance
That all the time they hadn’t a chance
To put down that fork or stop eating pork
For breakfast lunch and for tea

 

[sunflash876]

damn. Intense words there, friend. True in many aspects though.

 

[rorylee]

nasty but so true to many whores.. wonders where marilyn monroe ended up...

 

[Mehm]

ouch. I'll bet she was abused as a child.

 

[BREAKaBEAT]

Mehm, wtf ?

Anyways I love this piece, ESPECIALLY the second stanza.

 

[Raz]

Wow this is nasty, I like it though.

 

[Mehm]

I thought she was in a relationship with the narrator, hence my comment. On the second read I can't tell how they know each other.