Avast, ye Fat Man! How you've raped death!
Flick! Flick! You finger-fucker;
You abundance of negligible. Stare across the horizon of your imminent demise- bask in the shade-
The dirt molds between your toes.
How ankles must buckle under the gravity of your mass.
You flick! Flick again!
Incessant with your obsession, have you shame inside?
A hollow cunt you are-
Filling it. Filling with naked promise of another day of
Your maker lives atop a mountain Rocky-
Taste the cock of your maker! Guzzle His fluid-life killer!
Drenched in your own perishable skin-sack, upon a weeping heap of collapsing, creaking, beveling earth.
Your steps take an infinity stolen from finite time- your Lorentzian length expanding in proportion.
The residue of your breath insulates a Siberian hut.
Staring at the poltergeist of the Ace of Hearts- yours beats heavily;
Have you guilt? A life worth the definition?
Have ware that all ends are nigh- but some not soon enough.
Fare-thee-well, Fat Man!