Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Sonnet for a Bunch of Cocksuckers

My friends, they are, I'm quite afraid to say
A crude and vile deviant band of fools,
And if they have the chance a given day
They'll make a quip about their morning stools

But yet their dark perversion does not cease
At simply making poop-related jokes;
Their rich imaginations can release
A strange erotic scene de Sade evokes

Yet even in my state of pure disgust
I take a pause so that I can reflect
For even though they speak of shit and lust
Their company I never can reject

I too, am quite depraved, and that's the crux
And thus, all of my friends are filthy fucks