Easter bunnie layin' eggs,
yet I wonder
is that not a serpents nest,
behind the curtains
venomous, lashing forth
with her fangs.
The Muslims have a story
much alike;
it was a yoke in Monthy Pythons
flying circus
yet all legends have a truth
mockery comes from fear.
I see her now, in the Gaze,
o' beautifull
in the kitchen, making coffee
elegant dress
all the allure of womanhood
and the scent of pussy.
She knows i'm watchin' her
drawing me in
the lucidness of her dreamworld
the coiled serpent
Ah! there it is: the Eyes
of deadly desire. |