New poetry book or...

Only angry

We'll die in the name of entertainment

When nothing else seems to make sense

Heading toward a mass containment

Our minds are quickly tainted

So don't believe the shit

Or try to come back to me after words

Blaspheming I am mad at the devil

And GOD takes it for the team

Yeah he takes it from the team

Fucked him in the asshole

Now free to shit all over the place

He just can't keep it in

And masturbation is a sin

Well fuck you and fuck you for fucking him

GOD damning mother fuckers anyway you're looking

Hey there Jesus what is that you have cooking

I'm going to smoke some of it

Wattin knackin knickin wow she's offed my fucking head

Now I wait to grow from the bowels of the Earth again

I can't expect anything to work out the same

It's freezing so give me some of that friction 

I am so done with this world today

That friction rubbing bodies together in heated hate

To create a fucking flame

Yes I'll be going through the films before the end of the day

To see if I still get hard in the same disgusting way

Yet I think I'm in love with my disgust because hey

The television has programmed me to be 

And please don't you worry

I swear I am only angry