Blunted At Birth

Chronic fucking, chronic budIncreased libidoEngorging the flesh pipeSmoke cum so greenOne spurt is not enoughYou crave his warm weed inside your vagNine months have passedSince that carnal nightYou have tried to forgetDespite the pot, you cannotYou have become a human bongFor this weakling fetus to grow insidePutrid fetid infected wombToo lazy to be bornOn the hospital bed legs spread openForceps now become roach clipsSwollen placenta, sullen cervix dilatedNow the blunted shall be bornLegs spreading furtherLegs spreading furtherThe child runs out, drenched in bongwaterBlunted at birthNo longer there, mind decimationBrain obliteration, thoughts warpedReality that once has been changedInto a cursed gestationHis cord remains attachedHis bong has not yet cachedHis eyes they teem with pusHis mouth a weedy crustHis tongue is burnt to shitHis nose still smells the hitHis teeth are black with ashReeking of the hashSmall green deformed head on baby's bodyDoomed to die soonCrawling back towards the wombYou have become a human bong