Graying Dollar Bills

I fear the sludge of death that slides
Down my throat into globs of spewing heritage on the floor.
The Mouths of the bastards keep
Plugging forth insulting onslaughts of sound
That assault deaf ears
And tear at deaf souls.
And as the comet of life goes hurtling in
Great accelerations of gas, ice, steam, and piss
It impacts into the glaring sun like
Giant hornets all ablaze,
The time of the dragon has come, to welcome you:
To Welcome you to the city of punctuation,
To the city of virgin men;
to the city of oxymorons, and
To a new day
Of sorry decay
And hopeless sex. Sex conceived by the
Fucking of Assholes who wish they were more,
As they caress the body of a whore beside them
On the bed, corroding their wallets with
Graying dollar bills like a thousand infected needles
Passed through a
Similar body of shit.
Thank Satan and Curse god for the presence of death.
So in solitude I spread my withered limbs in
Submission as the succubi drag me to hell by the balls.
Death is the ultimate sacrifice, and
Sofor I sacrifice myself in pity of the World
Consumed by lust, fucking, and
Graying Dollar bills.