As slumber wakes me to fornication
Where ideals and happenings collide
Was it worth?
Having two talents: grief and mouth
I can no longer serve
Those in grief, ego eaters
Those who's luck is in mouth, enchanters.
Second childhood alive
Candies in the belly
Sexual dust in mind.
There you have her,
Your milady in bondage
Dancing a volta
And bitting flesh.
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