Poem -

Sometimes when you win you really lose

Sometimes when you win you really lose

Trumpets pumping Sounds of my triumphs
I'll be fine
after five bumps 
Your brains a benign lump 
Bitch tried to disrespect my windup
Therefore she wound up gaged and bound
Dumped in a dump after a vigorous dry hump 
I leave a mess as a message 
The stress is excessive 
As expected 
I'll force intercoarse on a recently divorced corpse 
Cooking smack on sporks 
Sporadically spiraling  inspiring inebriated idiots
with the opportunity of a lifetime
it's like time
to get your mind
like mine 
Lights shine 
Let's dine on the divine 
Refine rare finds into fine powder 
Praying to narcissistic God's for a meteor shower 
Meeting unearned power with pure courage 
We're all a little discouraged 
Destroying disobedient middle men 
Decoys don't display decency 
Deviants dealing in dark arts 
Ancient rituals 
Impatient criminals practice acts that are now habitual 
My bad habits feel like home hating myself unconditionally 
Under a low class attack 
Aimed at arteries
Centuries spent accenting artistry 
Symmetrical  vertical wrist slits 
bleeding in synchronicity 
Slapping the spit off idiots lips as they're  laughing 
Losing a reassuring grip on sanity 
Suspended indefinitely 
Sickos pick those
specific victims 
That fit in special spaces 
Intimate interactions you imagined
they never happened 
Happily hang on the sharp edge of a double edged sword soaked in secret potion 
Containing the hopes n dreams remaining in motion 
Kidnapping compassion on camera 
Working on reaching ridiculous ransom agreements 
Please appease it 
No thanks on joining club ranks 
That dead slut stanks 
Time again for those triumphant trumpets 
I'm taking off to the tropics 

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