Fox Poetry

i wonder what you look like
when youre not wearing your outfit of lies
i bet youre strangely beautiful under the shit youre covered in
how do you look me straight in the face
seeing very well my nostrils twitching
my look of disgust at your repugnant odor
knowing for sure that i can smell
your suit of bullshit
change your clothes
then maybe we can converse like normal human beings
instead of two people shrouded in your embellishments
covered in the stench of your rotten perspectives
i smell like shit just being in your presence
but even worse is....i feel like shit too
just leave me alone so i cant smell you
all decked out in your bullshit suit

I teeter barefoot on this cold ledge
I hold my charms in my hand
Just to know that im still here
I haven’t left this ledge

All of the lights are out
The distance below as uncertain
As the vast silence in my head
Its you and me now

All alone in my head
Just me and you
Alone with my thoughts
I haven’t left yet

My generation, self absorbed as the day is long
Every conviction they have of confidence is wrong
They stood in line for a voucher of deception
Preparing for that lifetime journey of misconception

They came to the station of deluded fantasies
To board the train of narcissistic tendencies
Wallowing in their own selfish ways
Basked in the artificial warmth of fabrications rays

Paradise at the horizon in the form of embellished bliss
Ill be the first to buy a one way ticket to a concoction like this
They piled in heaps on that train to delusion land
But I was stuck on the platform with my dick in my hand

Fox on Miscellaneous Topics

ill go
and dream of
pre shit anal leakage
yes nice dreams
like pre shit anal leakage
and how it cascades beautifully down the asshairs....drippin methodically into the toilet, glistenin with every drop

i think everyone is lyin
bc they always are
bc everyone is full of shit
they dont fool me with their acts of sensitivity
they too shall pass
(me: are you full of shit?)
yes

i want you to fuck me
right now
i want you to rip off my clothes
kiss me all over
lick my body
roll around naked and sweaty with me
scream my name while i eat you
i wanna climb on you
and sit on your face
i was just trying to maintain my status as room whore
(me: yeah well now you've got shroomie beat)
ok
good
then my job here is done

young drew barrymore in a bikini
which is...way hot
maybe a little too young for me to be droolin over
but hell im only a man

i can type fine
im sober enough
i can see straight
my brain is still in the state of wantin to be stabbed

you eat at my brain like a viral disease. youve poisoned my soul, but never signed a lease. so im kickin you out, evicted, denied. i hope you get butt raped without lube, on the other side

i would really like to take it to tranny freak show over there someday

maori if i was in a mood like you are all the time i would just kill myself and get it over with

teazer makes me reconsider my sexuality all over again