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First Love
By Van Lewis
First Love
You must have been insane,
you bloody madman,
to steal my
brand-new body
from
my clueless mother’s bed,
and
lay me on your cold, hard table,
whole.
You must have been insane
to rope my baby body down
and rip my virgin
foreskin off,
to
rape my battered, butchered glans,
me
screaming bloody murder
at your sickness-driven hands.
You must have been insane
to rub my little penis with your bloody Betadine,
then come at my
erection
with
your knife,
to
try and make me sick as you
for life!
You must have been insane
to cut my body's best,
to chop my ridged
band sex nerves off
and
throw them in the trash
and
leave me here to die but part a man:
To kill my body's deepest love, was that your diabolic plan?
Rape?! Rape?!! RAPE???!!! It’s not just rape!!
I’d far prefer rape! It's torture!
Mayhem! Mutilation!
There is no
word for what you did to me!
Inflict
on me the ancient curse of Muslim and of Jew?
And
what, pray Hell, think you I’d do
to you?
God damn your putrid madness, you dead man!
God send down my mad vomit straight to Hell!
May devil Satan make
a feast upon it,
and
sicken from our bloody, rotten gore,
and
die in holy Hell
forevermore!
Some lovers, we, you mad M.D.,
bound for all eternity!
You bloody butcher
madman! Penis parasite!
Still
lost upon your lonely way?
Pathogenic
whore! Some trick!
Still
cutting boy fillet?
Atavistic
cannibal eats dick!
Still
sucking child parfait?
Psychopathic
fraud! Still sick?
You’re still
insane
today?
For help with establishing a local chapter of Students for Genital
Integrity, contact Van Lewis.
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