Asphyxiate

By: Danny Dodger

A disease of self-combustion plagues our future

The saccharine thoughts of little girls are fading

Turning into soiled imaginations of satisfaction

It’s nauseating to gaze upon the display of conviction

The filthy whores of today are our prospect

I cling to the deliberation of a new era

The pariahs of today shall be our sovereigns of tomorrow

The dense princesses will find their equitable place

At the foundation of cement filled ocean

They can asphyxiate for all I care