posted on Dec, 6 2015 @ 12:02 PM
Ummm...another self reflected tidbit...
I am prone to moods black
Jet as the between galaxies empty
A hopeless torpid uselessness
has talons sunk deep within
It clings and expels a pallid noxious fume
The spore of it’s ravings
Rear your damned ugly head
Blather your slathering drivel
Air your dank putrescence
Parade your in-excreta existence
And be done
In need of a bath
I am otherwise inwardly cleansed
Wow...do I suddenly feel refreshed...