We See A Wicked Sign – Unhinged Poem

Jump through the hoops of madness,

let the rush fall forward,

the moment given to the readiness of another,

skilful fucking temptress,

wicked fucking style,

raise the eyes of conformity,

stylise the stars,

glorify the moon,

fucking in the basement,

cumming across your eyes,

let’s see tomorrow,

with five fingers in the pies!