The Management

it's the management

here to inform you

your lust has been hacked

we know what your thinking

what you hide

we are all up in your business

like cyber terrorist's

don't ruin your life with to much self respect

we are all watching you masturbate

to mamma mia meets a hundred shades of crimson

and fight club blood scum

while you cum

screaming

ooooooooh god

licking

holes and poles

like a pig at a trough

praying to be handcuffed and on your knees

sweating and hysterical, a red moon struck fuck face

high on drugs

in a dream better then this life has to offer

life is full of yogas

boner pony position

bouncy bouncy

im the light in your darkness

i know what you do

i want pieces of you, you wont show anyone else

your sickness, is my own

you are my love slave

turning me masochist

who loves to hurt you

who's the bitch

who's the switch

your flawless

now

cry me a river

move a little bit faster and to the left

your anus is a cartoon

shit grinning emoji

bleeding shrieking

fu fu fu fu fucking

your brains running out of your eyes

gimmie all your venom

snuff movie poem's

ass tongue and bosom

your mouth like hemoglobin jewelry

saliva diamonds

kiss that

you'll never go back

squealing smooth heat

breathing winds of perfume

love and pain

united by

tragedy and desire

by

the grotesque and the beautiful

like thirst holds stones

stop crying

you know baby

you look your best on the toilet bowl

shameless

a delicious little shitter

that holds me close to life

like a baby to the womb

please

stop banging on the door

im using this stall

Thank you

The Management

neo surrealism/ surveillance state sex