Thoughts of Homicide and SugarMature

I want to dig out your eyes

With a lolli-pop,

Gag you breathless with pixy sticks,

And drip melted milk duds

On your genitalia until

That area looks like a candy apple bubble

of excruciating pain.

But I guess you won't feel much after I gag

you dead with all that sugar.

Well maybe I won't do any of that.

Maybe I'll just hold my head high

And hold my breath around the stench of ignorance--

Until, naturally of course, you die,

And are forgotten like your bigoted kind should be.  

The End

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