Reading 13 - Soiled
Soiled
Rank and dank,
In the darkened room,
A feeble light flickers.
Scour-eyed the addict,
Late at night,
Types in his fetish and moans.
His hackneyed breath,
Caught thick with tar,
Curls in the final filthy hour.
His bloated stomach,
Flaky and unwashed,
Like slightly glistening warm cheese,
Anaemic and stinking,
Hangs in lumpy scabby folds.
His sunken buttocks,
Strapped to the hard leather chair,
Squirm with the hideous lidded phallus,
Purple and lizard’s breath oozing.
Atrocious and brazen,
Drooling like a bucking missionary,
His uncontrolled urges,
Toxic and foul smelling spill forth.
Unable to stop,
Dark in unrelenting venereal streams,
The polluted tide, reeking of excrement,
Swamps the bright coral carnival.
The beautiful blue-green maid,
Stripped and held-down,
Penetrated long and hard and deep,
Humiliated with several thick tools at once,
Wounded with whips and force and choke.
Raped and burnt,
The unruly tropical rain-forest falls,
Packaged and sold to the pampered,
As lightly polished sticks,
And ground-down to bitter potions,
For the comfort of the impotent and insane.
Strangled and drowned,
The ancient spiralling cliffs of polar-ice crumble,
The permafrost conquered and drilled for oil,
By oligarchs and disgusting beasts.
The sickly spin of red and blue rosettes,
The colours of guilty parties,
Cancerous legions who hack at the carcass,
As squabbling for spoils,
They ram their blistered cocks,
Ever deeper in the gore.
The lessons of Geography and Science scorned,
The corpulent pock-marked captains,
Continue their industrial game.
The haemorrhaging poor,
Spat out by the cruel machine,
Cast-off,
And the sad obituaries of the extinct,
Decay off-stage in mounds.
Immune to the dense swill of faecal fog,
The gullible feckless fag-end of all political power;
I suck on the lurid second-hand dreams of my masters,
As unthinking my grubby desires poison the planetary air.
