"RAPIST"

If he had stood, then all his brood
Would have been, slaughtered
And then all his race, by his fathers grace
Would no longer put forth daughters....

He wore gold rimmed glasses, made peculiar passes
As innards dripped from bleeding eyes
And limb from limb, his bloodlust and Gin
Tore veins from trembling thighs

For his drugs had failed, his conscience wailed
He could not control, his gory lust
And, in insane fashion, he thought his passion
Afforded his penis thrust....

He viewed himself an abortionist, a carnival contortionist
Who could manipulate empty lives
But truth be told, he took pleasure tormenting souls
With the lives of bleeding wives....

And considered their deaths, Holy testaments
To his crucified spouses
And his ceremonial perches, were not true Churches
But sacrificial slaughterhouses.....

Where it was not enough, just to f**k
And so he took their spines
Then fermented them in, his semen and Gin
And told his friends, "It's Wine!!".....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)