The Swamp
A Poem by TTBoy
Mirky tears flowed while
words were mumbled through moth bitten
lips and swallowed tongue
Stretched and still reaching
was the arm attached to the hand
that clinched the chapeau
of the villain that toss aside the virgin
for sheer sacrificial delight
as he offered his seed to the
burial ground
With minimum security
he exacerbated his whistle by
relieving the rugged extension of himself
into the sesspool of roleplay desire
He begged forgiveness with laughter
and as he craved another slice,
the stench of formaldehyde boosted his
already drunken skull to part the
hellacious ocean of gloom to reach his
defiled Juliette
providing her with hope of rescue
as a podium formed below her feet
comfortably allowing herself to accept him again
Willingly adding her feet to the stirrup formed moss
With his name now being yelled at volumes
the crocodiles grew belligerent watching as their turf
was used as someone else’s playground
But as one is spent
so is the other
And the highs are over
And the crocodiles will smile
