From the day's boredom and leisure's curse
Sane limbs await that insatiable thirst
Of the Filth and Scum of mother earth.
O deceitful Cupid! Why pierced my heart
And made me ensnared by thy lecherous Lord!
Who after spilling my virgin blood
Rendered me hollow an' wasted in the flood
Of shameful disgrace and doleful despair.
Yes, a s*ut, a who*e, despicable I am
Wearied, broken, my shattered corpse
Seeks some robust remedy or cure
Of pleasing pain, to ease the strain
Of laborious night and vexed light.
On this strand reflect I, my hourgla**
Where women with eyes of bra**
Seek those, chosen for Phallic Cult
Swarthy, blond, pale all in tumult
Front or back, sitting or kneeling
The Deity is worshiped in this dealing.
I would rather be a pagan's harlot,
Had I but honor, dignity and grace
In the eyes of those that I behold
Here, there and everywhere. I would've
Shun the world that me abuse, but oh!
Awaits the conspiring Past of debased Time
And reverberates biting thoughts
In the innocence of my consciousness.
My wholesome body can conjure animal spirit
Piercing, biting, searing, palpitating with wildness
In faithful men of high repute…thuf…Oh how
Would I fall for him who but cares a penny for me…!
That won't bang bust bump but love me…
Oh how…! Oh how…!
29-03-2014