Smut mattressed under the sign of the ghost
Christened in blood, the sleep walking virgin
Rends herself upon the banister rails
Gay-hearted Jack cracks his skull-like shell
Hatchlings feast heartily upon a gracious host
Beneath their hoods, teeth gnash like tin
Driven men peer from eighteen wheeled jails
As mudflap girls quief their majik spell.
© Powerless Press
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