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 ******’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