Bloody Bongwater Boot
Todd Carter
To you I am just a toy
a possession like your waterbong
and you hit it and you hit me
taking care of what you own
I fall to the floor
bongwater puddles all around
swirled with blood
vision blurred, I hear no sound
still, I have feeling
and you're standing on my balls
punishing me
'cause you dropped your bong
blood gushing out my head
with your boot in my face
bloody bongwater boot
the one you make me taste.
Thank you for my punishment, sir.
