My most black sorrow
Like pitch it sticks to my insides
Lungs fill with it’s acrid darkness and I choke
Spitting and cursing your name as it cooks me from within
And so serves me up on a platter of regret and guilt
As the crows feast on my eyes, devouring my soft pink tongue
And the rats feast and rutt in my rancid entrails
Whoah….that’s all a bit much isn’t it.
Sometimes I like to see if I can write like other people and come up with some twisted dark shit but mostly I prefer stick figures being filthy. Guess it takes all sorts right…
You know this might be my first attempt at a political cartoon though to be honest I think the symbolism is far too obvious. Plus my eagle looks like a big chicken and I was a bit wary of actually drawing pictures of men having sex with gigantic birds then I thought the kids might see it and…well..so mostly the whole thing just gets a bit weird but hey, perhaps there is still a cause to be fought for out there. Some sort of anti American chicken fuckers alliance. Hmm.
Perhaps I should just go to bed.
Afterwards 
Have a nice sleep, it’ll all be better one day. Probably.
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: ))
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Probably lol.
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Well I voted today… Night!
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Im looking forward to seeing the results unfold!
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😒
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Next time
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Chicken fuckers!!! LMAO!! The poem was dark and gut wrenching just like I like my whiskey. The political art with all of the chicken fucking and such falls into my category of completely fucking hilarious😂
Nice work, a little something for everyone AND a little bit of everything for sick, twisted bitches such as myself! Bravo😊
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Lol glad u enjoyed it Bella 🙂
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I totally did, Michael. Some people are just like minded about certain things……in regards to chicken fuckers, we are one! Ha! Happy weekend to you😊
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🙂 you too B
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