dirtyoldmanrambling

[dirtyoldmanrambling]

#4

Young housewives all snug and content with their perfect housebroke babies in their mesh designer sneakers posing every goddam positive angle on every goddam social media channel A goddam phoney hipster with his goddam phoney whiskers all happy for what he’s got a micro pale ale at hand tapping feverishly with the other on his fucking gadget phone And this guy says he’s a director of arthouse films and such when really he’s an imposter a lying goddam crook Do you really need to be so goddam fucking full of it of your goddam fucking self do you really need to flaunt it disturbing my peaceful gaze do you really need to be there in my goddam tired face You all just make me sick like in really, really sick sick to the goddam gut so please, let me puke some in your face or straight down in your throat let me kick your sorry asses or sack you as you pass you really think you’re sacred that you’re doing all the right stuff so goddam fucking righteous with your eco-friendly attitude and positive mind control bluff when in fact you’re totally pissing all over the goddam place on all that is holy and worth it on all that cost more than a dime It’s the death of rightful thinking the rise of shallow crap I goddam fucking hate it oh God, how I fucking hate it This life, it’s not worth living with all you goddam phoneys it’s fucking goddam boring a bloody waste of time My days are slowly passing my lifeless dick hangs low no fucking place to put it just lingering on its own

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#3

The sweetest of lovers I have in my roster is Sandy my ho with great mileage I fuck her My dirty little secret my own private whore she comes when I call her and stays till I’m sore

You see, my sweet Sandy described with a cliché: you’re sweet to the eye, your face is like cherry pie, for you I could die But truly, dear Sandy that’s only one thing you’re the baddest of badass when it comes to the fucking

You treat my belongings like the jewels of Cesar; mouthing my cock applying the grease, sinking my balls in your deep, downy cleavage while you gently lick the tip of my penis And just right then in the midst of your tease you send me flying with birds when you dribble the words, “you can come where you please”

And when you flip over you arch your back downwards, your ass poking upwards, my dick seeking holewards you say, “fuck me in the ass, and do it real hard, please” and you work with your button till you come like a banshee screaming and moaning with utter delight bitch sure loves to ball and she does it all night

and I pound you some more with all of my might while you moan and scream banged and tormented by your white-armoured knight And when it is time when you reach that place when you’re falling from grace and the look in your eyes when I come in your face

And after I’ve come it rests in your mouth sleepy and tired still fat and thick heavy like wire while you toy with my jizm a nap for the weary but quickly awaken like the holy messiah rising again dripping saliva It’s our own little take on caucasian sploitation like a sleeping cell fraction it’s how we imagine us Shaft always ready for action

And the worst thing about it, you might just be out there walkin’n talkin’n shoutin’n fuckin and dreamin the same dream with me as your hero I go crazy from thinking that this might be true while I jerk it all out my dick red, green’n blue

and in that place where we both are alive it’s the dream that we share me, the grand master and you, my bitch’n bride You take it in the ass and then in the mouth while you whisper “please baby, more” you know how I want it and you give it galore

And if ever you should be comin’n knockin’ oh baby, you know i’d leave her and go and take you away to a beach and some sand and we’d fuck our dirty brains out and i’d probably die young more or less by own hand Cause IRL, you’re a woman with all that it takes, female to the core, always wanting more, and you’d drive me right crazy and angry and sore Your newest obsession making me your queen bitch would be the turning key point in all that this is; the anger, the heartache, and all the rest, but the fucking, baby, that would be the best You know, and I know, so baby, just come, and we’ll go

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#2

what have we become so alienated so different I see traces in our relationship of everything I never wanted to be hunched up in some half hearted bond acting out a phoney make believe world where everything is great when it obviously isn’t when it obviously is a freakish, boring mess always quarrelling, fighting, bitching you versus me is what we have become both of us going at it like frikkin rats in a butchers shop we used to be good we used to have fun everyday was awesome now it’s a mess a goddam mess and who did this to us? was it your sick, pedantic control freakishness? was it my pathetic, egocentric bullcrap? was it two damaged souls who just fucked up? got together for all the wrong reasons? grew apart again for all the right? never really grew together in the first place? I say no none of that is true I say it’s them the two little freaks the terroists our offspring these two personal mutants freakish little freaks ruining us putting us in a state of emergency can’t you see it’s them they’re the ones doing this splitting us apart breaking us up making sure we’ll end up separated you in some frikkin mansion paid by wealthy inheritance traded your independence living up to your families best interests me in some rat infested dump in the suburbs pathetic and angry at the whole world a lonely goddam freak boiling up my little crackpot stories for no one all the hate just wounded up in some hard lump is that what we want? was this what we wanted? Hell no right? I say, Hell no I want you back the two of us back together in joined forces we need to be strong together I say: we two us two we team up against them the two of us together again against them can’t you see this is what we need this can save us this is our ticket to freedom everything we had we will have again we will be like young only older it’ll be awesome The girls they’re our enemy we need to keep them down we need to housebreak the little bastards by all means necessary in the little things smirking secretly to each other for every stupidity that erupts from their little mutant brains always answer dumb questioning with dark sarcasm relentlessly just let them fucking cry let them cry their little cute eyes out for all we care we’ll be screwing in the kitchen sink for God’s sake as long as we keep together we know what to do because it’s for us we do it for us right? then we can love again then we can flourish grow together back together again fuck our fucking brains out again do all the dirty shit again it’ll be beautiful it’ll be a fucking Matisse painting just with more realism because life can be good I know it can you know it it can be good us two living it together but these little bastards they screwed it all up took our lives away from us made this horrible mess out of it all and it’s time now to take it back we need to take it back we’ll die if we don’t we’ll disintegrate turn into one of those people that walk the streets one of those lost parents no independence no freedom of thought and speech no goddam style just some petty, sorry ass twerp a shadow of oneself this is not where we wanna end this is not where we wanna go we can’t let them do that to us we can’t no fucking way

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#1

and when I die I’ll take a spin in whatever ride I’m given and that last trip will surely be a crusade of all the living sweeping down Zen Boulevard with Bukowski and Marley tailgating retired hypocrites in Bentleys and custom Harleys Laughing out loud of all the motherfucking liars disconnecting Mercedes stars with misfit sharpened pliers and when my time is up when the last bell is a ringing I’ll ride that flash away from here and y’all be hearin’ me singing a bitter hymn of tragedies, deceit and broken honour a finger raised in disrespect from another forgotten loner