EVOLUTION OF EVIL
Are infant like in presence.
It appeals to the mothering
Nature of man.
Your frontal lobe hoist this child in the air
Just a kissing on it,
Because it smells good
Without Johnson & Johnson's.
It smiles with twinkling in its eye,
over-releasing endorphins within the brain.
We overlooked the child,
It skipped drooling and spat.
Gnarly Lil focker...
Fed from the bosom it birthed
It belches a baritones projection, Seemingly a little weird.
Unabled to sleep through the painful
A crying child is the fingernail
Scratching the blackboard, unbearable.
So you speak detailed goo-goos and ga-ga's, Comforting the disguise
Appearing to be Newborn.
The eyelids become weighted,
you place the well nurtured deceit-ling
Into its cranial crib,
On its belly. Only to awaken
To an empty crib,
Hearing sounds of a laughing Toddler
Galloping the hallway of your cerebellum medulla, With a soaked pamper.
An easy task,
Changing diapers with sweet smelling
Poop explosion's... Cleaning the child-like
Demon exposes the anatomy of a Hermaphrodite,
Evolving, in wait of a Host.
Some children deserve to be bastardized!