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