Blunted at Birth

Chronic fucking, chronic bud Increased libido Engorging the flesh pipe Smoke cum so green One spurt is not enough You crave his warm weed inside your vag Nine months have passed Since that carnal night You have tried to forget Despite the pot, you cannot You have become a human bong For this weakiling fetus to grow inside Putrid fetid infected womb Too lazy to be born On the hospital bed legs spread open Forceps now become roach clips Swollen placenta, sullen cervix Dilated Now the blunted shall be born Legs spreading further Legs spreading further The child runs out, drenched in bongwater Blunted at birth No longer there, mind decimation Brain obliteration, thoughts warped Reality that once has been changed Into a cursed gestation His cord remains attached His bong has not yet cached His eyes they teem with pus His mouth a weedy crust His tongue is burnt to shit His nose still smells the hit His teeth are black with ash Reeking of the hash Small green deformed head on baby's body Doomed to die sonn Crawling back towards the womb You have become a human bong