A complicated succubus, an emasculate homunculus
Both hollow & irrelevant, haunted by their revenant
Broken, tired husks of **** they wallow through, brace & bit
Bounded by his lust to breed, she replicates a stolen seed
Demons pass to cretin’s progeny, foreordained to homogeny
An optimist can’t see the truth, nonsensical & uncouth
But, spin your straw to golden fleece, if Stiltskin’s magic brought you peace
Your neck should wind up ‘round a noose, …complacency from Mother Goose
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC