(Not that anyone cares, it's all fantasy poetry and 18+. If you're younger, fuck off and don't read. If you're butt hurt, leave a comment, I'll give you my phone number and tear you a new asshole. Otherwise, enjoy the anarchy)
I've always wanted to be
Part of a riot
But on the other side
Beating helpless protestors
With my dick shaped baton
I've always wanted to mace
A girl's pretty face
Spray it right in her mouth
As her friends try to shield her
I'd spray them with my scaling mace too
There are nights when I fantasise
(Makes my dick go supersize)
Oh, how I'd love to
Man a water canon
Like the dick of a riot god
At the anarchyorgy
Death bukkake
Spraying spraying spraying
Cold water that rips off clothes
And skin and flesh
Shoots joints off bones
Pops out eyeballs like rotten fruit
Pressure washes their empty skulls
For they dared
To fuck with me
I, riot man
--
Anarchy Series of Poems
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