I want tentacles
 

Another rhyme exercise.


I want my money back! This life is terrible,
It isn't funny. I'm like a fuckin vegetable.
I'm a skeletal sentinal, with seminal genitals,
Infected with ethicals. I wanted some TENTACLES!
And everything is sensual. I'm invaded by pain,
Ageing, expendable. Some flesh and a brain.
Stuck in a cage with some other cum stains,
Work eat sleep, Again and again, I'm deranged.
Do my bit for propriety. Engage with society.
Ignoring the irony of the fakeness, sit quietly.
Or speak about vitally important news,
Like 'dude did you see the new white Nike shoes?'
SHUT THE **** UP! Parental advisory.
I DONT GIVE A FUCK! I'ma start rioting.
It's undeniably existence that fucks my resistance.
Till I blow the fuck up and start bustin your system.
This entire religion, ruled by higher positions,
While my life is restricted, I can't speak what I witness.
I'm stuck with this vision, had enough of this twisted
Schism. It's like gettin fucked like a victim, while it's christmas and I'm stuck in prison.

Cool.