You can't handle the truth!

[Dirty]

The mirage of life like jewels under the sand being dug up until the finger tips swell. Women and children dance on the horizon pinned in with nails, the morbid sideshow wets your mouth like the taste of a kiss from Rome. Toe to toe in a forever distant backdrop. The maggots waiting for you to die as they grow in the stomachs of flies with tongues of French whores, lips of deep sea lampreys. The vultures circle above like bandits on a war torn morning dawn, wings of red soaked in blood, helmets bald like the small cock of a dirty priest. Faint wishes turn to utter despair, and the reality sinks in like a junkie’s vein absorbs a needle…

 

[slick]

I swear that sounds so familiar.....did ya come up with that or is from some book?

 

[Dirty]

you noob, i just wrote that.

 

[slick]

noob...nice comeback...i was serious....u poet