Automatic writing

more more i cannot parse it any further
oh god silence the voice left me now
im forcing the issue to tissue two tissue gristle
makes a fine gift if the the person you love ...

oh goddamnit it left it left it left
shit i'm stalling hoping something from the ether will utter
profundities through me
she's through with me
taken up with another man a better man i should say
by the size of his bank account
though hes a slavedriver

will she ever ever ever turn to look over her shoulder
at the past gassed like so many hapless jews and slavs
who in their mongrel nonaryan filth filched the betterman uber-man

fuck fuck fuck fuck i'm down on my luck
such stupid facile rhyme
im sure youre tired of it now somehow i dont care dont care anymore
dont even love her

im a limpdick asshole completely disappointing
this automatic writing inditing an indictment i will carry to my grave
the slave slav driven hence by him whos with her now
giving her the fantasy she's always craved
a slave to underhanded advert ploys she toys with me
in both silence and speech
but she doesnt care for me anymore im sure
but it does not matter
the latter will of course chase me to an early grave
the slave i am till judgment day . . .