Ricochet
All of that thick time without you Has made me so thick and drunk "and it's okay to laugh about it" I said, "it's okay to laugh about it" Runnin' twice as fast to stay in the same place Don't catch my breath until the end of the day And I'd rather be shot in the face Than hear what you're going to say One day the wind will come up And you'll come up empty again - And who'll be laughing then ? - You'll come up empty again No reason - no explanation - so play the violins It's always funny until someone gets hurt... And then it's just hilarious ! You beat me every time you blink If only I did not have to think Think about you crackin' a smile Think about you all the while On the ricochet - it's going to hit you It's always funny until someone gets hurt You can laugh at me - when it misses you
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026
It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what comes out Isn't that what it's about ? To remind us we're alive To remind us we're not blind In that big, black hole Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out ? You left the door open wide I know you have a reason why That knot is better left untied I just went and undid mine It takes some time And the shadows so big It takes the sun out of the day And the feeling goes away If you close the door Comfortable
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026
Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis... What an inheritance The salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion Sense of security Holding blunt instrument I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026
[originally by GG Allin] I pull my pud until it bleeds I masturbate on toilet seats Girls cannot give me the satisfaction I fuck my fist to the rage of passion I want to fuck myself I want to fuck myself I want to fuck myself I want to fuck myself Fuck myself I just love myself I want to fuck myself and no one else I like the way it fits in my hand Feel the cock to my burning head I like to fly on my chest I fuck myself cause I am the best I love myself I want to fuck myself I beat myself until I am raw Come and come until there is no more My hand is my favourite whore Stick my fingers up my ass, feel it some more
Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026