Played Like a Cheap Flute…one she d

I got to get away, to a better day,
here it's always the same,
just another fucking way
of playing her game,
one where I always end up alone,
waiting at home, with no one to bone,
same as I started, and all along to the end.

Meanwhile she runs through, a gaggle of men,
who'll all feed the mad Hen,
in bounteous barter for a bit of her sin
and a chance to wear her garter
in person, alone, or many on the phone
-just keep it lit up,
and all night she'll cluck,
"hurry- there's another, and he's got a brother, and more waiting outside",
preening with pride,
at the rapt attention of so many "men".

"Men" who can't bear their own burden
and cast no shadow on the land
speaking sweetly words she wants to hear,
words when uttered turn to dust and disappear.

And so, it starts all over again,
Yes I'm coveting an ass-
That same stupid sin,
still trying to keep her whole,
If there's ever any fun, it's over before it's done,
time for me to leave town.

It's always ending as it begun
with love's cry being undone,
Somewhere between the end and the middle,
just like a riddle,
A race, from disgrace and her time to make haste,
to put me safely away, where the dead are still laid.
To get her, to that better life,
one where she, as a wife,
has desires of her own to frustrate.
Dare not I make her late!
Birthing un-born tomorrows,
where the men are all young,
never knowing my sorrows
they never ending as begun.

She's already brought down
the wrath of the great Gods of Cash
who dictate her "public" morality
they offer helping hands
that traps with their grasp
as they constantly threaten finality.
Not that it matters
when your souls
already been torn into tatters.

So, as I am broke, I have no choice but to condition
this pesky pud into servile submission
Ladies! I implore you, please lend a hand,
to my most willing and affectionate gland!
A mixed mongrel-ed breed, and none more grateful than he
for your kind ministrations or even mean manipulations
whip it, beat it, stick it in you,
pleeeasee!!
Tie him up and tease him
squeeze him or just knead him
a very sporting chap you'll see
be it gentle or rough, even pulled on so tough,
it's just your touch that means so much
a lonely gland is he, deaf and dumb as can be
he blindly craves attention, from anyone, you see,
but when it starts up he can't get enough,
and won't stop of his own volition,
he'll whimper and beg, even hump on your leg-
till you must beat him and beat him,
re-pet-ta-tiv-ly,

Alas, my throne un-queened, these too many years,
and though my passions still burns,
Women for me no longer yearn,
and fear the only queen I may still capture,
and with my strutting manhood may enrapture,
A queen sporting a pole,
instead of a Lovely Hole,
a gay surprise for me in the End?
Could this happen at this late date,
My God- I turn queer at 58??
panties for fun, perhaps-
but never a Brassiere!

This the answer she proposes?
Faking her impassioned throes
Is this the manner, I'm to be disposed?
Soon to be just another name,
soon to be forgotten?

Now, it's a sin, to wait for love,
and to make one, alone,
to whom you'll atone,
is now deemed a waste,
we are urged on to strangers
but why go make haste.
Do none fear the danger,
and the toll to your soul
for a stranger's selfish goal?

Every Tom, Dick , and Harry,
and now even Mary,
were but a few, who shared our fair queen.
And tales of troth and devotions
while hiding the obscene
yield for me a comic emotion.
Oh, she knew what she was doin'
She just forgot who she was screwin'
Leaving who to blame?
to bear another mark in shame
as she skates free,
her sins forgiven
while Hell awaits Me.

So, as to all, the years have sadly swept away
her love a dangerous thing to play,
to stay and be true, and so fucking blue,
as do my balls daily do continue to hue –
Even if again, I'm left alone,
ignored in my existence..
I,-? being so stubborn in word and in Deed
That I would continue to cleave,
to a breast, that for me, never feeds?

Alas, my Gallantry's dead and so No- not in this instance,
the Bullshit, the drama, and twisted tales,
have finally gained my heart, some distance.
There where, wicked giants fade to windmills, spinning in a gale,
my knightly helmet, a hat,
my coat of armor's, just some old clothes,
the lady whose honor I've sworn to uphold,
with my enemies did she cuckold,
even offering to let me view
them doing the things that lovers do.

I am, Don Quixote de la Lancaster, no more,
ever love's fool, now, as he was way back then.
To them my actions, thoughts and words were,
like wisps of smoke, shattered glass, or a gentle breeze in the trees,
the things that they wanted are spent and long gone,
just as I started and soon I will be.

Part 2
Furthermore, in closing to all...
My ass is still intact, and waiting for you to impact,
With your goals of Modernization.
"Whatever" I say- "builds relation,
in this new land of crazed creation.

Where the endowed masters,
now live as slaves.
While ones thought to be deposed,
by our forefathers of old,
again have us in their yoke,
making truth a private joke.

Here nothing, alone, can be owned.
Owing nothing to each other,
but to tattle to big brother.
Our heroes all disowned
making strength for us,
unknown.
Walking blindly into their service,
discarding freedoms for their collar,
after sudden shifts to the dollar,
owing them before we're born
indebted to the end,
we are sheep to be shorn.
While taught to applaud our traitors
by schoolyard masturbators.
          
As malicious
Punks, Thieves, and Lying Sluts are glorified,
while accompanied with a beat,
and renowned for daring feats of buggery,
as seen nightly on TV.
Adulated, emulated, and constantly orally copulated ,
by our bastard offspring,
all wanting loveless molestation,
providing GOOD OLE American validation,
allowing them to mold one another
in the fruitation of the most faggoted Kind
bearing their offspring and nursing them to be
Impassioned Primping Pimps,
and Transvestite Asshole Wimps.
Both are sent to rule,
over the rest of the brainless fools
they'll sell their asses, just for joy
and our freedoms, as their toy
and Gods souls, as if they could-
like wood
that burns in the fire
of the Phoenix for Hire,
rising above its destruction,
to the pinnacle of the Queer Eye
for the ruptured sphincter
a real metro-gay guy
( and renaissance thinker,)

This one- eyed,  gay gimp from Sodom
who gobbled his way to the top
as a bottomless bottom,
one who never says stop!

His living lovers masturbating in unison
behind closed doors
chanting hymns of incorporation for hells accord
with the cyclopean gimp
staging for all creation
revolution for wimps
in this new gay nation.
The gimp now encircled and with pentagrams drawn
He calls out to the Devil – be gone!
And go with God! Its time you both moved on!~

Then sticking his dick in his very own ass,
He pumps energy into its mass.
Fucking himself he's his own Lord and Master,
he fucks himself all the more faster,
mumbling equations known only to few,
he begins to fades in and out of view
as his cock pulsating, now punking balls of fire
he fucks himself with a  renewed desire,
now his feet floating in air
while lightning, shoots from his hair.
As he whirls and he twirls
spinning faster in the air,
he's a blurring, whirling, swirling affair,
- making tornado skies, they turning all black,
and screaming above until a mighty,
CRACK!

Is heard splitting the Heavens
of his ass,
he attaining, his long awaited,
self Proclaimed Godhood,
the
Precognitating, self-Perpetuating, ass-Phucking, self- Pandering-Politician,
Polarizing Hermaphrodite Queen and Pharaoh ,
Lord and Ass-master.

Farting swirling hot gases,
big bangs from his bung,
trailing stars as he passes,
as new galaxies are spun.
King of this crazed creation,
his phallus still pumping,
dimensional rifts in relation
while it warps, ever humping
in and out of sensation.
He is as all as ones and zeros, he needs you all, to be a hero,
and when he's done with everyone
–he fucks himself, just as he begun.
All things will be no things, but only as something,
he's crushed, crumpled, bent and rumpled
without anything,  not being his plaything.
Space and Time, are but a toy,
and His by rights to destroy.

He starts by fornicating in Congress, with a Judicial Branch,
allowing the Sodomization of the Senate,
Who howl in joyous impaled delight
with the Asshole Wimp Transvestite,
as the Primping Pimp and the One Eyed Gay Gimp,
drive their old cocks into one another with passion
they implode into a queer hell without fashion
A phantASTIC pARAcLYISM of caTAcLYsmATic
FISSIONABLE JISSOM That Radiates GAY SPACE into URANUS
hungrily sucking all matter back into itself,
queer earth and the combined matter of the solar system,
burst into reborn consciousness as a God Sun-  
   before bursting into a supernova,
that COLLAPSES Into a black hole and escapes VIA a baby universe
to suckle on the Big Bang for eternity again –
gay to the end as this mad creation of our Lil' Miss intended
when she strapped on her 1st dick
to give back to all the pricks that Dicked her in
the END

written one long night while lil Miss ranted and raved
- her abuser the Thief Rapist was Gay!
And so in the end, she too was betrayed
By dawns early light she thankfully faded away
And Gay Gimp limped into play