Tag: Death

Willie Thorne–West German Suplex

I remember,
When I died.
24th September,
1977.
I overdosed,
On Cornflakes.

Tee-hee-hee.
I can see,
Reight up your skirt.
Big, hairy fanny!

Bagheri Phani.

Gelsenkirchen.
I think that’s,
How it’s spelt.
Magnanimous.

Magnus Magnusson.
Brien O’Brien.
Wolfgang Wolf.

Hammond.J.Hammond Enterprises.
J.C.Balls & Son.
We were,
Then we weren’t.

Shut the fuck up!

I Wasn’t Going To Post This–But Fuck It…

Fuck it!
All of it!
It’s all bollocks!
Fuck you too!
Stop pretending,
You care,
Whether I live,
Or whether I die.
You don’t!

Tired of feeling invisible,
Worthless,
A non-entity.
I didn’t ask for this;
Life.
It was given to me,
Sans choice,
And I’m told,
I should appreciate it.
Appreciate my cock!
Clueless cunts!

It’s not fair,
That I have to,
Keep on existing,
Because I’m told,
I should.

I’m already dead,
It just hasn’t,
Been confirmed…
Yet.

Yet…