Something I vented in a Blue Room Session

Just to start. A blue room session is what I call when I'm up past midnight writing. I'll usually have all the lights off yet have the t.v. on to the video screen as it emits a blue light that illuminates the room. That's a blue room session. I'm usually lowkey and mellowed out at the time, and that's the persona I carry when I go to open mics. I sit way in the back, taking in all the performances without barely being noticed until my name is called up. Collection of coolness, lol.

Anyways, on one particular blue room session, I wrote this piece below. Earlier in the day I had went to a house party hosted by one of my friends and was a bit disappointed with how wild they were acting...

Hog's Night Stand
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters; The Escribe Adventurist

It would seem...
My best friends consist of:

Pigs with peglegs
With shoulders that hold kegs
And corroded heads.

*******

Implosion, Explosion
In motion with friends upholding on a podium loads of lust locomotion with a pack of Trojans.
They're like ogres rolling in mud oceans for lotion toking dope and non-sober potions to get the hoeing going.

No Yellow lights & No Red lights.
Just mellow fights by a bedside
with fellows high in a sexdrive
for expresso time with their decrepit grinds.

I've befriended Lechers and swine
whom wallow and exercise
in the hollowest of a deficate sty.
With grunts and snorts
they confront and consort the prettiest bait
with a grin on their face you can't simply erase.
Because, their interest is too intimate
'til they finish it
polish that
demolish it
Then broaden their options to a "ShallowSmith."
Then, swallow some more vodka from parties
Discarding, bombarding the larceny arduously as if to say "You're lost to me"
And it bothers me with a passion
the insecurity masked-in
Mixed with today's societal detrimental fashionable fad being transplanted
like it was RAM, jammed into our glands, damaging US as a people
with no unhanding US
we're tampered goods
in a hamper of fools who think it's cool to execute a binge based on random sexual cues.

My best friends consist of:

Broke minds
With a horny goal find
So long as the "hoe's" fine
Oh why?

*******

Why couldn't they see the beauty
behind her breathtaking physique
where she cried for a more indepth reach
to touch her
& caress her
And not treat her like an item
But realize her essence
Pouring in her moans of pain...