THE DEVIL IN MARY KAY

Never again!! You said

Never again!!!

You wailed

Then waltz in the devil

With horns

Perfectly concealed under

Her Mary Kay

In a red velvet dress she came

With “bum bum” that quaked your heart, and

Breasts that stilled even the heavens

Your phallus no longer knew rest

It craved to be buried in whatever

Hole needed filling,

To fit into her vacuums

And on your laps, she placed

A golden bowl

Holding a familiar content,

Your vomit

It was as pink as you had hoped.

So with an enchanting smile,

Her shiny firm thighs in your face

And a gun to your head (or so you’d rather believe)

Devour, she said.

Devour!

-Babstoxyn

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.