Movie Scenes I Need To See...
I feel I’m slipping away, insanity’s getting closer...
I’ve sat here for 3 days watching American Psycho over and over.
Menu Select, then Scene Selection...
Too soon it ends, but begins again...just like my recent erections.
Which only go down with a pounding, as Dolby sound surrounds me.
With shrieking screams of B-movie queens and the corpses of rats around me.
It’s astounding...how VHS tapes can tear from wear and offend me...
But I couldn’t pull my stare from the home invasion scene in Henry.
What a perfect portrait he painted, he knew women were tainted...
There’s no hope cuz they’re not worth the rope you gotta use to restrain em.
I blame em...for my current situation, evacuation from life...
To this tiny, terrible world...where the TV replaces my wife.
Where the rape in I Spit on Your Grave quickly arouses my cock...
I mean, what could be more depraved than ass-fucking a girl gainst a rock?
And it’s not just women I hate, please don’t get confused...
I hold hate for their male mates for all their locker-room abuse.
Snapping towels followed by howls, consistent with that place...
So I imagine myself as Otis, when he carves off that man’s face.
Cuz the title, Devil’s Reject is exactly how I feel...
Cast out for being too evil, with a heart of steel.
Making vermin squeal, torture fills my hands with pain...
Squirming little bodies, one by one, they’re slowly slain.
As Brad Pitt throws a bad fit, screaming “What’s in the box?!?!”
I can’t help it...it’s a habit...watching Se7en around the clock.
Tasting my pound of flesh, I eat dinner raw for a slow thrill...
Succulent is this rabbit’s breast...so glad I grabbed that road-kill.
My load spills...as I jerk it again, with Bellucci on her belly...
My status: Irreversible, and I didn’t need a shrink to tell me.
I dwell, see...in this curtain-drawn home, sunlight banished...
Covered in shaving foam, as the girl from The Vanishing vanished.
Buried alive, no surprise...I’ve tried this on my own...
With clear Tupperware and rats unaware their air is only on loan.
Bucktoothed gasps against plastic, tiny limbs scratching so drastic...
Until the final twitch signals the glitch of it’s lungs being stretched like elastic.
I feel fantastic...when Pluto bags their heads and cradles their life...
Seems their One False Move, was ending up at the end of his knife.
So I’d better start wrapping this...got a date with a strapping bitch...
Just a bit of a bigg-un, but there’s more to hit when I’m slapping tits.
And crashing fists...the ad said she liked it rough, did time in the slammer...
So I’ll take the Oldboy approach and come at the bitch with a hammer.
While she stammers, “Help me, please!” and “Stop, you fuckin sicko!”
All the while, on her knees...as I lube her up with Crisco.
Then slit throat...when my dick’s completely out of fucks...
And leave her where she lays like an Ed Gein kind of rug.
Off to bed where I sleep with 4 heads...all past dates of mine...
But come morning, I’ll be horny again...High Tension on my mind.
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