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 