ok im like madly in love with this poem! it sounds like it should be lyrics or something. either way fuckin great imagery :)this is your best!

Kid... I have to say the dark dank images you bring to text... I hope you don't run for office. I'd have to vote for you just to see the outcome! What do you use for a hair comb a garden weasel?

Finally all the torment and fright I put you through during your formative years aer bearing rotting fruit. The sweet sweet nightmares have found their shreeking voice. Vent, oh son of mine, vent and shudder the coin out of the pockets of the temming masses.

nice graphic imagery you've got there. you kept me reading till the end. keep writing 0)