Sick fuck!
How dare you like children!
Could you explain yourself
To your dirty mother?
Could you explain yourself
To the law, you fiend?
Corrupt their souls
With the truths of this world
Erase the fourth wall
Of their parents' fairytales,
How dare you!?
Retain their innocence
Let them pretend just awhile longer
Don't steal those faithful moments
of unicorns and dragons
With your perverse thoughts
Of frilly panties around frail ankles
And a sword of flesh to cut pure souls
Author notes
Like Freud, I believe everything is about sex. Growing up is about sex, aspirations are about sex, dreams are about sex, living is sex. So why not?
I'll start polishing this poem up later when my mind's in a better light for this type of thing. I've got it started, now I need to finish it and start finding a less, well, blunt method of getting the message I want to make (which is just *BARELY* touched on, here) out.
Please be honest:
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wow. "Retain their innocence. Let them pretend just awhile longer. Don't steal those faithful moments of unicorns and dragons." Favorite lines.
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