Fucker
From Infictive
Fucker freezes fearing his sneezes will release a frightfull fish from the web where it writhes , thrashing and still alive. Fucker suspects himself, he frisks himself, it erects himself, tisk tisk. Down by the river, poison fog makes him shiver, all that he knows, watch it implode. What we once feared is now our career. So we grow old as we sip our beer. Hard as it stands, Fuckers has his glans in his hands, he does the twist...
Even the Jordon River has got Bodies floating
