Reeb House

Beer house

when I hear crickets crick

when i tear the skin off

of a rabbit i am about to devour

and when some dread locked

d********g spouts contradiction

small perspective s**t

I know then that the violence i feel

is justified...

drink all the soy you want

until your balls turn to a vagina a*****e...

you're still just a prick and not a single 

dread will change that

p.s.
let's fight...

Reviews

[Jaspar]

Love it Bro. Is this about the dreadlocked a*****e we met that one night at The Reeber?

[m.s.early]

Very strong indeed... and pointed.

Justified violence. The carnal need to feed. Devour and tear, the rawness of the vocabulary draws us inward towards our darker nature.

The movement of the verses glues the first stanzas as a backdrop to the meat of the matter. Nothing is more annoying than some pretentious twit spouting contradictions. Those who know the least sometimes know it the loudest. The insecurity brews in their little balls until we are forced the contamination of the repulsive vomit that is their delusion, their un-thought-out reality. It brings out a different need to kill, to maim... not for sustenance, but rather a righteous indignation, a justified violence to fill his mouth with fist instead of his own worthless rhetoric.

Unfortunately, it is only one pie hole in a world of many that require the same administering.

[JC]

ha, good to know I'm not the only one..was drunk and angry that night and he happened to insult Americans of which a good American friend of mine was sitting beside me...regardless...I think your review was probably better than the poem

[inconsistentsea]

This is intense. I particularly like the part about the soy. I can see him spouting contradiction, his dreadlocks shaking with zeal.