the greatest lesson i never learnt
the sweetest dollar i never earnt
the biggest bundle i never made
getting all the sun sitting in the shade
the world was never ready
for the sleazy motherfuckers
all the real history that never got taught
all the good shit that never got brought
greased through real easy never got caught
every sum added produced a value of nought
the world was never ready
for the sleazy motherfuckers
all the good mixed up with the bad
all of those smiles just making you sad
all of the madness the lies and deceit
all of those eyes just looking at feet
the world was never ready
for the sleazy motherfuckers
the leanest meat the choicest cut
the smoothest path the biggest rut
the nicest looking dirtiest slut
keep on dealing with a feeling in ya gut
the world will never be ready
for the sleazy motherfuckers
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm7 days ago in Fiction
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