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slaughterhouse
Slaughterhouse,
It’s where the other pets go.
Inbred,
We don’t have much
To choose from.
An erect penis,
Does this mean
I’m bound to fuck?
I gave up on
Moral lessons.
Because I know,
The truth of morality:
It’s false.
But I still miss my
Black dog.
He shouldn’t have died,
On some mockingly sterile table,
While the blood was
Drying on his fur.
I could hold his ashes
Or buy a new puppy;
But its just denial.
Its denial if my mom
Plans on calling me
When its time for her to die.
My poor mother,
She knew nothing but betrayal.
A psychotic father,
An unloving mother.
She searched for men
Who could make her whole,
And their rejection
Just confirmed
A failed childhood.
I’m sure she took the blame for it.
But she had two beautiful boys,
And she showed them love.
But she couldn’t let go
Of her hatred.
Now she only has
One boy.
My dearest mother,
This isn’t a battle.
Though I know
The scars are the same.
You wont die alone,
Just without
The consolation of someone
Being there for you.
And I’ll do as good
As you hoped I would.
I’ll keep it in my pants.
