Abominations of the Earth

If sex is the universal Babelogue,

then she was its Bishop of Blateration,

her mind oblivious but her lips legendary

to any clergy that prayed, ached, wailed

for the transcendental brilliance she brought

to the lowly, humdrum marches they sang, with

their Mauser erections at full cocked,

her rose cunt at full bloom.

“Oh!” they cried, “All the treasure of the world lies

between the legs of a whore.”

Her libido never itched past theirs,

her ennui beyond any desire,

but it was her Father, her Uncle, her Priest, and her Classmates

whom made it illustrious that

respect, affection, love - these were not rights,

but privileges granted to pretty young things

for using their holes not to speak or live

but to make loins inflammatory and bowels cacatory.

This left her as little more than

a penniless whore, a displeasured john.

She once had a friend, a boy whom she could be

truly and wholly herself, but after cleaning

cum off her chin a few hours later,

he stroked her cheek and said

“aw, pretty girl, you only need surrender.”

And she drank from the seed-filled

golden cup in her hand and thanked him

and apologized for the misgiving of her right to exist.

But no good girl goes unpunished,

and despite the world insisting

her only use was as a harlot, even so,

harlots must pay for their crimes.

But not the clientele; it is only natural

for a man to have his needs.

So he told her he would have to arrest her

and send her to a tranny tramp death camp

or Lagerbordell to remind her for what

Gott put her and her holes on this green earth.

She begged forgiveness, still on her knees.

She hailed to Babalon, sacrificed for Julia.

She pleaded for love, for approval,

for any semblance of nurturing,

for her parents were

more Fascist than Father,

more Meinkampf than Mother.

As the Red Comet spat upon the gas-stove cock,

this existence was “not God but a Swastika.”

She begged and she begged and she begged

but nothing could move him.

A harlot must pay for her crimes.

She shrieked to the Heavens for guidance,

but in the darkness whispered nothing.