with long and greasy dreadlocks hanging
frightfully, in front of dangerous eyes
a bulbous reddened nose from excessive drinking
and scraggly unkempt beard
outfitted in the oldest of issue clothing
boots that scream out threatingly
"i'm not a nazi, and if you think i am,
i'll beat the shit out of you."
with a stride that boasts confidence and ego
-
just as those naziesque boots plod down cement
decaying steps creak and groan under the weight
and a flimsily hinged door is thrown back
like the gates of hell opened wide
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hands that nauseate you with meat and bone
and scars that would frighten marilyn manson
continuously pick up dog eared magazines
plastered with pictures of the most grotesque art
eyes merely boring into these monstrosities
with a vivid passion for subculture
and a fervent flair for anything sharp and colorful
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"holy" boots click aggravatingly upon wooden boards
a floor..
hands rubbing themselves together in anticipation
adrenaline running throughout a body
not unlike blood flowing freely from a head wound
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finally, admitted to the "office", as it's so quaintly called
his ass rests itself upon torn leather
and the stuffing is oppressed by the layers of cloth
and flesh..
until freed again, and it can try in vain to free itself
from the torn leather
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a soothing voice emits from the metallic mouth of the piercess
as he pulls off his shirt eagerly..
and deftly, a black mark is placed upon the navel
(one for the inside, one for the ouside)
a substance the color of aged vaseline is casually spread
and a metal clamp bites down on the marked flesh
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lie down, lay back, fuck yourself over mentally
relax..
breath in, breath out
as the professionally apathetic hand of the piercess
holds the gleaming fourteen gauge "nail"
and it easily slides through the hole 
with a twist and pinch of tightened skin
making a hole of its own..
as a stretched silver halo pushes out and in..
closed and clamped down upon a shining black bead (hematite)
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he arises like a long dead corpse from the leather hell
gazes in the mirror critically yet admiringly
and as he fondles the circular metal in his flesh
he announces to the piercess, "cool,
i've just gotten my first piercing."