Been a long time, but it's necessary...

[undertoe]

Try and guess which IB child this poem is about! Yay!

To the Vagrant Rapist: by Sir Nicholas Schram

You disgusting whore!
How could you
waltz into a green virgin wood,
so pure and innocent,
and pollute it with your filth?
Your lies, your piss-drenched vomitous lies!
always seem to find their ways
into the greenest leaf beds.

You lowly, lecherous slut!
How could you rape
the land and burn the trees,
spitting on the ashes with that smug-ugly grin
as you swagger along like a drunken fool
towards the next green lovely you’d like to fuck
over with your crass deceptions?

You sadistic, cowardly incubus!
Dare you look back
on the acres of pure innocence
you’ve reaped with the putrescence you spew,
on the souls you’ve pillaged?

Of course not. You just march on
until the lives you crumble
finally tumble
and dive
on you.

Good luck!