avoirdupois
to the victims of rape,
i share your ire.

1.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
tickle the door and would not let me
out the grip of your sticky hands have.
your avoirdupois crushes every bit of
resistance; as i reach for the door, i am
pulled back screaming in rage and fear.
you smell it and i smell your putrid
desire to devour me like your whore.

2.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have stuck your sticky hands
on my body; i might not be pristine
like a virgin should but you ravaged
me like one and left prints no other
lover would- the carnage and despair
as you force yourself into my mouth,
although you were never welcomed.

3.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
always knew no one ever wanted to
service you and the only way to get
it was to resort to violence and lies-
you deceive the world yet you hide
from it. you come out only to work
your sticky hands on the witless
boys wandering into your trap.

4.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have crossed the boundary of my
patience and nature's law. how dare
you accuse me of taking money from
your sticky hands- perjury in the
highest and debase me as such. the
scales are now tipped to neither of
us, the work of your sticky hands.

5.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
are a creature with the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;

6.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
need to be shackled so you won't
rape another soul- his mind, heart
and body. they must remain out of
bounds to your sticky hands and
your fucking fat avoirdupois and
your fucking fat cock and your
fucking fat nipples and your
fucking fat lies. you fucking fat;

7.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
talk like them, the useless police
people- the unempathatic and
ungrammatical come together.
but at least, they are not fucking
fat like you; nor do they lie through
their teeth. but i'm not sure if they
have fucking fat nipples or cocks.

8.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
certainly want me to put a stop
to this scandal. but i cannot- it's the
fucking fat system that serve
the fat justice of people like you;
not the victimised; the scorned;
the weak; the injured; the ones
hurt by your sticky hands.

9.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have stabbed me with your lance
and yet you expect to escape with
the deed scott-free; you expect
the wound to heal and leave no
trace; you expect that the fucking
fat image: avoirdupois would
end there and then- but no.

10.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat;

11.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:05 pm