His Raving Face

His raving face, now beats the ground,
The pavement's etched with he…
He once was tossed, lays in a mound
His rind, see how it bleeds.

Right cross, it taught…
his heart to fear.
My kicks, his fears increased
How precious his fine face appeared…
the blow it first received.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
I've already wrung.
His face has had it tough thus far...
His face will hurt some more.

This turd's been pummeled good by me...
This turd, my blows endures.
He will my heels and elbows feel...
as long 's his life endures.

When I've deliver'd ten thousand blows...
bright stinging as the sun.
I've no less ways to fling him throws..
then when I've first begun.

His raving face, now bleats no sound
He was a bitch to me….
He once was whole, but now is ground,
Was fine, but now, 's in agony.