On the Corner by Jacob Hounsell

I gotta stop hanging around on this corner
this shitty gritty corner full of sadness and pity
this corner populated by women
women of the night selling affection
for 50 bucks they will fix your erection,

 
I gotta stop hanging around on this corner
before I fucking snap
before I wack one of these whores with a neck crack
jerk the bitch back throw her in a sack,

 
You said if I paid, that you’d love and you’d please me
well fuck you cunt now you can’t ever leave me
no more shitty nights alone in my bed
I can always come home to your sweet severed head,
I don’t do this to clean up society’s ills
it’s just that i’m lonley with bad social skills
and unfulfilled by the booze and the pills
isolation brings on the chills,

 
You with the heels and tight micro skirt
you could do anything your such a flirt
but alas soon you’ll be dead in the dirt,

 
Sipping whiskey calms my sexual frustrations
I imagine your torso graced with lacerations
our eyes meet as you make that fake sexy pout
I can almost feel your blood pouring out,

 
I take another swig more this time
to help blind me from these streets covered in grime
a horny boozehound looking for sex
fueled by beerbongs liquor and vex,

 
Even if plauged by whiskey dick
you still wouldn’t be safe from my prick
cuz i’ve got a second cock,

A knife that I’ll stick
in your face
your a disgrace
filth
disguised by lace,
I’m destined to kill you all part of the plan,
“hey honey, looking for a date?”
“Yes…
Yes I am.”