Whats with this man,
This gorgeous filthy man over-exposed,
underappreciated, and admittingly so easy to partake in?
Late out at night, where the
clusterfuck enchantments glow in the dark niche creations of the
most powerful rulers; man is becoming, painting expressions with
the desperate calling for the opportunity of a lifetime-
for a flirtatious welcome whispered
into the ear,
into the entry of the greatest
for a mastery of the pasts sacrificial
Blood all over the floor after
delightful surprises in colorful roses,
it happens all of the time.
These are some filthy men but listen
their ahead of our times.
These filthy men value their
go out and hear them,
they want you to go out and see
these are the men living the fantasies
so go out and join them.
Where satan once proweled and
these filthy men have
where saints and there gods once
roamed and mastered,
these filthy men are being
To fashion their devious ways they'll
fool you and appear to look away,
To prioritize and filter, it is all
about what you do-
"so what do you do?"
Do you do what it takes to keep a
filthy man like this around?
Do you slide in this grit and grime,
do you feast in these beasts,
do you go out and risk it?
Somewhere in him,
the derivative of the disgrace and
the filth inside- is pumping all kinds of accounts....
so guard your account.
Because late out at night,
almost every night of the week,
it all becomes very very weak.
The thirst is secretly there every day
of the week,
so they go out and satisfy it.
This filth grows out from the
bedsheets and cars parked on boulevards,
and so now they're out all over the
where they can go out and feed
Whats with that look? You've known
about it all along.
Some, always on the net itching for
hidden in the darkest reality,
but navigating for more-
a slap on the hand and now hidden
within that net begging for a little more.
Life has given this filthy man a slap
on the face,
what a disgrace,
but he will go out and fake it.
These are the most beautiful filthy
most are not yet taken,
these are the most confused complex
the other would have to shut-up and
these are the most discriminating
so you will have to laugh out loud and
go with it.
Whats with this filth and how did it
get so wretched?
What did it grow from and when will
the cure emerge?
This filth is multiplying and their
freedom is out of control.
And now, I must confess- that I'm a
filthy man, and at times I too am out of control.
So here you have a revelation- the
so-called discretion and even aggression,
here you have the findings,
observations, and expermentations of this freakish combustion
from within our people.
Here you have a fabulous filthy
individual after it's come alive-
to discriminate, pry apart, and maybe
even try to eliminate.
So tell me, what will you do?
What will you do to me and all of
these filthy men?
Because now, the filthy women are
marching right behind us.
Written by Amadeus Pagiel