We are standing in the corridor
flex and hammer noises all around
grinding machine noises on wooden bars
we are here, discotheque NACHTSTUDIO
corporate black and chrome
& we are waiting
Martin & me & a teenage girl in slutty dress
offering her skills as gogo dancer
& anybody has concepts
except me
I dont even have a business card
I just can exhibit my alcoholic breath
no, good concepts are not on my side today
looking to this lousy mainstream discotheque
where I usually had to fight with ordinary white trash folk all nite
where I know that any bouncer would kick me out
of this money wasting club of lonesome fucktards
with all these sms flirt events and entertainment for singles
boobs shaking eye candies and slutty make up
in hope to have a quickie on the toilets
in hope to have the ultimate booze up
to mainstream hip hop dance music
for all these synchronously ass-moving posers
with all their horny ambitions
like long lasting supressed
farts.
Suddenly the door flips open
& the boss is stickin his head out,
grunting, "Ah! You are the designers!"
& Martin goes in
& the teeny cunt moves in
& me, the bum in the corner
also rolls in.
Martin's job application is a success
he receives a free ticket and a soft drink.
Martin is running a small fashion shop for club wear
and he just loves to wear his recent collections in the clubs
(these are the same clothes that he's selling in his store, afterwards
but honestly, I am not different to Martin...
I also offer my designs in clubs, but...
my websites dont stink like cigarette smoke!)
The teeny's application is also a success
she will give the boss a blowjob.
Only mine is a failure
but I didnt expect more than this.
"Hey man, does your discotheque already have
a good looking, trendy website?", I submit,
"A website with an adult chat and remote controlled webcams
that allow your guests to navigate and zoom
right into the pussies of your gogo girls?
Do you already have that, man?"
"Yeah", he replies,
"Of course we have that."
Ten minutes later
Martin is dressing on his club wear
and the teeny is disrobing for the blowjob
and I am kicked out
by a bouncer.
Then,
luckily back at home
back at my beer
& bankrupt as always,
I wrote this fucking
poem.
1: This is the secret of the Holy Graal, that is the sacred vessel of our Lady the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, the bride of Chaos, that rideth upon our Lord the Beast.
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We are standing in the corridor
flex and hammer noises all around
grinding machine noises on wooden bars
we are here, discotheque NACHTSTUDIO
corporate black and chrome
& we are waiting
Martin & me & a teenage girl in slutty dress
offering her skills as gogo dancer
& anybody has concepts
except me
I dont even have a business card
I just can exhibit my alcoholic breath
no, good concepts are not on my side today
looking to this lousy mainstream discotheque
where I usually had to fight with ordinary white trash folk all nite
where I know that any bouncer would kick me out
of this money wasting club of lonesome fucktards
with all these sms flirt events and entertainment for singles
boobs shaking eye candies and slutty make up
in hope to have a quickie on the toilets
in hope to have the ultimate booze up
to mainstream hip hop dance music
for all these synchronously ass-moving posers
with all their horny ambitions
like long lasting supressed
farts.
Suddenly the door flips open
& the boss is stickin his head out,
grunting, "Ah! You are the designers!"
& Martin goes in
& the teeny cunt moves in
& me, the bum in the corner
also rolls in.
Martin's job application is a success
he receives a free ticket and a soft drink.
Martin is running a small fashion shop for club wear
and he just loves to wear his recent collections in the clubs
(these are the same clothes that he's selling in his store, afterwards
but honestly, I am not different to Martin...
I also offer my designs in clubs, but...
my websites dont stink like cigarette smoke!)
The teeny's application is also a success
she will give the boss a blowjob.
Only mine is a failure
but I didnt expect more than this.
"Hey man, does your discotheque already have
a good looking, trendy website?", I submit,
"A website with an adult chat and remote controlled webcams
that allow your guests to navigate and zoom
right into the pussies of your gogo girls?
Do you already have that, man?"
"Yeah", he replies,
"Of course we have that."
Ten minutes later
Martin is dressing on his club wear
and the teeny is disrobing for the blowjob
and I am kicked out
by a bouncer.
Then,
luckily back at home
back at my beer
& bankrupt as always,
I wrote this fucking
poem.
- Liber Cheth
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