Sarephim's World Of Magick

The Nun�s Habit

My habits are as disgusting as you can get,
So here�s a little secret I haven�t told you yet,
I belch and pick my snotty nose,
As I sit and formulate my poetic prose,

As fairies and elves flow from my pen,
I let out a fart and belch again,
Then I waffle on about magical things,
Of sultry mermaids and pixies with gossamer wings,

And take a deep drag on a rancid fag,
As I dig deeper into my half empty crisp bag,
While writing of kissing a handsome prince,
And my mind starts to wander to my next blue rinse,

Then take another drag on my rancid fag,
As I have a last piss in my catheter bag.
I take out my teeth and put them next to the bed,
And think about sticking my tongue down his throat instead,

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw