War of the beast
Discussed over a feast
Dining with the illusion of etiquette
A toast! To absent morals
She says,
'Drink of me...and wash it all down with a tall glass of vulgarity'
You taste the bitterness that is her blood
She explains that it is an acquired taste
To you it tastes like the sins of a thousand rapists
You sit back and wonder how you acquired a liking for such a taste
Amazed at how she changes you
Confused by the level of darkness
She walks over to you, sits in your lap
She wraps her family values around your waist
and calls you Daddy one last time
You start to wonder when you became the victim

Dyna Misery

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