SCALDING ORATIONS

How is it that i can never feel the win, 
How is it that I could drown in gin,
How is it that I  get stuck with your pin, 
How is it that I believe in your sin.

Abwhore my smelly pits,
Hide your angry wits,
Respect the hole inside apple
Cowres inside collapsing.

Neither nors, your melting spores,
Surround the angry fusion,
Eat smores, on all fours,
Please lick my contusion.

Mellow hemorage follow me into the dreams of the Vestal Philistines.
Never have I walked behind, in the rind of the your rotting calypsos.

Tell your hell, it smells like gel,
I am repelled by your hippopotamus ways, 
You can always tell the sanity of an angry Jew, 
by precisely how long it stays.

Pit bull mosquito bites glare in enigmatic silence, 
You felt a bump, You felt my violence.
Scalding Orations of the potency of your Nip and Tuck make me vomit.

{POETRY}