Archive for December 2011
Competition
the devil pulls the nails trough my hear,
and I saw the hell under her lips
so near to my neck.
I know that I should play,
but that horny thing dances on me.
I try to set the dinner,
but that filth rides him on my plate.
He tells me "I love you",
and it sucks as well how it sounds.
It pokes my virtue with the diamond stick.
So, I fit my leather and take the fiddle,
grab his lover and set him a show.
He looked in the mirror and trough it;
the devil tails his waist and dances tight,
and under her knee he minds to get drunk or not
while devil takes another smoke.
With a little devil in the middle,
we are giving each other a hell,
setting the same table,
looking for a way to prevail.
And the other lovers come
with the pictures of flaming hearths.
Devil scents them with the caramel eyes.
So, she drags them to bowl a soup
of the love that falls in an envy so deviously fine.