Tell me again what's wrong

The blank stare tells me we're not on the same playing field
you strike me as the type guy who uses hand sanitizer before jerking off
don’t get me wrong, the fucking couch is comfortable
but the diploma displayed proudly on the wall
doesn’t ease the questions you want answered
and I need a cup holder for my spit cup

I enjoy the feeling that pounding flesh gives me
nothing satisfies more than driving your fist into a man’s head
except of course elbows across the bridge of his nose
punches to the kidney and liver area tenderizes the body
like preparing a nice piece of meat before cooking
arms and shoulders make addictive sounds when the right amount of force is applied
watching his breathing slow just before passing out could be compared to your favorite porn DVD
and tasting your own blood is like pure heroin being shot into the veins
so back to your first question
there’s no anger involved, its pure pleasure