pinked silked
cropped topped,
a raw milky moon
caught up in the slowest fast
a porcelain cast
full glassed, half mast
a super food
calm and crude
chopped n screwed
our vending machine feast
my beastly beauty priest
ducklings amongst geese
our hairs tangled
joints mangled
legs strangled
i just want you to beg for me
to be your agile summer house boy
your hot tub cleaner, afternoon tea toy
but, alas, ive come to the realization
the harsh intoxication
that i was born bold
a toddler in a choke hold
pocket full o treasure trollz
that my role to employ
and all my precious bouts of joy
im just a bad bad boy
