Your body is nothing short
Of a bloodless cadaver
Tarnished from the blackened lungs
Of a serpent's twisted tongue.
Ankles meet your hands and knees,
Bound together and diseased
By prying fiends, perverted probes
Who clothed you in a leafless robe.
Barter off your pallid skin.
Let the mongers lure you in.
Sell it off, you filthy whore.
Surely you were never pure.
- Alexander McCurdy
to be continued...
3 comments:
did i misread what you said that was about?
dark dark dark
~hailing hails
poopie.
the last one is my favorite. whore.
Thats so clever! Sir! I appreciate your literary Jenius.
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