I have to pimp this out because it's brilliant.
Bent double, like old beggars under ball sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing on cock, she cursed through puke,
Till on his haunting stare she turned her back
And towards his distant balls began to suck.
She seemed drugged. She had lost her soul
But limped on, cum-shod. All went lame; all cried;
Drunk with spunk; deaf even to the taunts
Of ‘you like that whore?’ that dropped behind.
CUM! Cum! Quick, girl!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Grabbing his clumsy helmet just in time;
But she still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a woman in fire or lime.–
Dim through the misty pains of vomit soaked eyes
As under a green sea, I saw her drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at her, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the cameras at Studio Max,
And watch the white eyes writhing in her face,
Her hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin.
If you could hear, at every thrust, the jizz
Come gargling from her froth corrupted throat,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on her innocent tongue,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some wanky fun,
The old lie. Dulce et Decorum est
Pro specto Max Hardcore.
http://dawnofthejed.com/http:/dawnofthejed.com/2009/11/17/max-hardcore-est/
