poetry, lost, deservedly
After reading too many vampire romances:
Beautiful pernicious monkey-servants, catch me a plaything.
A pouty emo beauty, hair black and red.
She'll shine with earnest self-loathing
And be filled with immortality and dread.
Strip her of her stakes and pity.
Simian servants, ensure she shares my dream.
Take our photo in some crepuscular city.
Inflate our children with self-esteem.
perhaps, perhaps, this is why I don't write more poetry.
Beautiful pernicious monkey-servants, catch me a plaything.
A pouty emo beauty, hair black and red.
She'll shine with earnest self-loathing
And be filled with immortality and dread.
Strip her of her stakes and pity.
Simian servants, ensure she shares my dream.
Take our photo in some crepuscular city.
Inflate our children with self-esteem.
perhaps, perhaps, this is why I don't write more poetry.