8 Seconds Of Fury

8 Seconds Of Fury
They stood patiently in waiting
The only thing that stood between the
5 freaks and the nauseating
spectacle in the next room was a
closet door Armed with whips and lassos,
they lingered in anticipation They had
drank enough to kill a small
elephant and the tension was beginning
to rise Through a crack in the door
a blurred vision :A close friend fuc***
some portly slut he'd picked up
We could just make out their voices over
the Fleetwood Mac album Which
blares a theme to this depraved act
of lunacy The point of the game was
to find a sadly obese whore of a woman
to f*** During the sloppy fat sex,
you secretly pull out and jam it in
her ass Upon hearing the deranged
shriek of the creature,Drunk men
with intensions of mass humiliation
emerge from the closet to cause Unrelenting Havoc
The point is to stay inside her for eight
seconds As they heard the roar -
they piled from the space with great
haste One lassos the bitch like a
fuc*** cow, the others whip her
mammoth stomach Massive panic sets in
Desperate attempts to be released
from the ass grip were over come
by Intense frustration Overwhelmed
with pain and degradation she
collapses to the floor They laughed
and roared then hog-tied the whore
She was left in the street with hands
bound to feet The morning sun will
bring her toll A blistered belly and soar asshole