Behind the curtains on privy street
where the lights turned red
and the men were weak
She'd cut their throats
and gut them there
that satanic host of Delaware
Your calling card, her blood to drink
those erotic wishes
are the last you'd think
Once you're in, you'd never leave
except for in the belly
of the dogs she feeds
A cunning fox, a dangerous minx
is always on the look out
for some nice fresh meat
So the next time you wander
and you lose your way
Remember, Remember, Remember
red curtains have a story to say






Wow...a bit violent LOL. This poem flowed VERY nicely and I applaud you for that
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