The Fetid stink of Fecal decay.
An Outrageous lay!
No chance to go back.
Lacking in Tact.
Like a River of Piss flowing
through a Mind Duct.
Lowering the Bar for the
deepest Cut.
Can the language of a Gnat
be anymore Coarse?
It’s all just Inept navel-gazing
by FORCE!
Enough! I say.
It’s Nap time.
-This was originally composed while relaxing on my couch on Saturday 2-26-11.