Funny Uncles Never Lie

As I roll over the bed of sincerity to kiss and taste her full contrite lips one last time
There she sits on the edge of humanity with a dejected face, slowing pulling her black stockings over the precisely placed mental bruises on her inner thigh
Those clothes she begrudgingly wears are her psyche armour against the blows of life
She stares into her broken mirror and sees the hands of H.P Lovecraft applying her makeup

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

Uncle Webster once told me manhood is the condition of being an adult male distinguished from a child or female
I guess my being is condition to fail in that respect
Men are supposed provide and protect the ones they love, but love is an irrational concept so what am I trying to provide and protect
I can’t feed you, they only things I’m providing in this cosmic bond is unconditional positive regard and my uplifting penis

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

The door swings open like the mind of a child
While well toned biceps and hardened forearms are not strong enough to pull her soul back in
Desperate sounds of reconsideration echo through the hallway of choice
Beautiful French tip nails cover up insecurities as they franticly press down

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

The moving platform of destiny gate widens
“Are you going down lady” the man in white ask
Quiver tongues reply “ Yes daddy”
Staring straight at the belly of the beast, she enters hell’s chapel on her knees for her daily ritual death

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

On the corner of Shatter Dreams and Projected Desires stand society’s hard working sluts
They wait for the usually numbered Johns cars to pick them up and to take them to work
One by one each of them negotiate their self worth before being tricked away into the darkness
Sunset is when they return to the corner from their sin infested shallow graves

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

Standing there clinching her soul ever so seductively
Her stunning red sheath dress accentuates the lies her beautiful hour glass figure tries desperately to hide
The devil’s carriage arrives to pick up our scantily clad Cinderella, to take her away to Machiavelli’s ball
Our heroes arrive on time in front of the Gorgeous Mansion of Slavery

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

Her virtuous presence captives the eyes of the demented fat cats
“May I have this dance” is what the booming voice says to her
In the attempted to salvage some of her humanity those lush lips of her’s say “No”
You better call your spiritual union rep because bitch you don’t know who I am

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie

Perverted hallucinations and red sweat provide fuel to the swing of the systemic pimp hand
Daedalus greatest work towers over the naked soul of the self-effacing prostitute that lays before the Colossus
Money does grow on infinite tall trees , so you better start picking
When your done, wipe the demonic semen off your fickle face and I will see you at the same time tomorrow From 9 to 5

Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie
Funny Uncles Never Lie