slasher sluts from hell
slash!
slice!
mash!
dice!
rip!
cut!
slit!
slut:
“a Scorn ~ Wrath production”
and this was [by far]
my boyfriend’s lousy attempt
at a dinner & a movie seduction
especially from those
coldblooded machete toting bitches
as they tended to slither sensually,
rather than walk swiftly, across
the hi-def plasma screen
in my boyfriend’s apt:
‘but I wanted to fuck your brains out
all over your leathered couch’, I w[h]ined
to my boyfriend,
‘baby, please!’, he bitched, ‘I don’t have
any cheese,’
‘prick!’
t’was the season
for all those Jason’s,
those Michael’s and
those Freddie’s
fulfilling every serial killer’s fantasy
chasing them ditzes, firecrotches
and Tanya Roberts look alikes
[before Tanya dyed her hair blond ~ post-Tourist Trap]
in re-runs & marathons
on some unknown TV channel
that didn’t end nor begin w/a C;
& my boyfriend wants to know why
I’m not one of them
high maintenance
movie slasher sluts
in porn metal gear,
virgin lace &
biker chic leather
[‘no pleather’, he says, ‘these sluts know better
than to offend’]
~ he grins ~
’cause he says he wants to see my double d’s
dragging desperately across
some bloody terrain of
gore, guts & brains
as if I’m being chased w/a machete
by a man called Machete,
while only wearing a rope for a thong
so his balls can cliffhang off my ass
after he’s bombed Hitler
out of my nazi shaven cunt;
but my
“would be”
B flick noir slut snatch
reeks of peachy fuzz
rolled in a day old blunt
I smoked the night before,
I admit, I’m a ‘blunt whore slut’
something I figured my boyfriend
would be happy with?
don’t I feel like the fucking ditz!;
I accidentally pop my boyfriend
an erected nipple
from my scarlet corset ~
my lousy attempt of an Elvira
impersonation ~
but he just pops
another slasher slut flick into the DVD player
and continues eating
his 7-layered [bean] dip;
it’s to bad
that my boyfriend wasn’t dead
’cause this would be the time
I’d spit on his grave;
& I think Leatherface
would have been disgraced
that my boyfriend didn’t suggest
a chainsaw slut flick
’cause I could’ve been crooning:
’50 ways to chop up your lover!’
leaving my boyfriend swooning
& I’d be getting laid right about now
but instead I’m watching part II of:
‘Slasher Sluts From Hell!’
I suck on a blunt
& finger the dip;
’cause it was obvious
that this
was going to be
the only slut action
I’d be having tonight.
