vaccinated (?)
(God, let�s hope so...)
bloodthirsty body of stinging fury,
with daydreams of
rock and roll/sex/alcohol/needles with sweet nectar.
outside,
they take off masks of shock,
replace with frosted eyeballs,
frozen tears as innocence is ripped
screaming from unlucky souls.
squeamish stories of marriage,
happily ever afters,
tinder dry fantasies,
replaced by tuned battle cries
of screeching limousine women,
the typical working girls
in tattered underwear
and stained pantyhose.
please,
there�s no need for crying...
for a life of satisfying filth
is all the rage these days.
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