Swaggin'

Brokers of the night
peddling away their sins
brokering their way in
as tokens forsaken

enter the jazzling discotheques
as patrons of angry bars
where the music plays
only as bungling noise
impeccably dressed in jarring crass

in the sludge of
innocent laughter
as sex drools all over
around watering pussy holes
like thirsty cocks they wander

waiting on the waitresses
drenched in spirits
sweeter than wine
wrapped in a prayer
serving cocktails of wrath

stirring with fury
in their positions
of creaming glory
sluts and whores
of love and loathe
orchestrate a
mouthful moan

giving eternal
fatal blows
butchering the butter
out of the punctured
scrotum souls
before fading away
in lustless smoke