Brothers, I have written some poetry. It's a cycle of poems called "The Insemination of a Brick" - it goes along the life and death of an offspring of human and a brick. It develops a dull atmosphere to end in tragic catharsis. The verses have each their own melody, the second and fourth are similar, creating own kind of semi-chorus. The third part is a reference to old US country, maybe a little tribute. Then the tragic epilogue has it's own chorus which ends the whole piece of art by growing.
I.
I fuck everything that moves
and all the things that don't
my semen fills all holes of earth
of water, moon and stone
Seen a good old brick late yesterday night
good four inches up, long about six
I raped it vigorously until I had sand everywhere - as it melted
even in my fucking ass
II.
One-o-two-o-three-o-four
the brick had a little kiddo!
III.
Little kid came back to mama
found a way back home
the little kid came back to mama
it was searching for many months
the little kid came back to mama
poor, little kiddo
I didn't even have some teddy bricks or toys
for the poor, oh, little kiddo
IV.
One-o-two-o-three-o-four
and then I raped it too...
Epilogue
... - until it died in horrendous, torturing pain, mutilated worse than anything else ever mutilated
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
- it's all on video too, so I can masturbate anytime watching it
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
cut to pieces - each piece fucked
CUT. TO. PIECES.
EACH. PIECE. FUCKING. FUCKED.