Candy Land
About three decades past
Queen Frosting kneaded me
into a gloppy thing
invited me into her candy land
until she could regain her sanity.
I was half wise-fully undisciplined
knew I was being unholy used,,
to be dumped into a barbed wire bin
with her other broken things of blue.
Then she kneaded a lord licorice
he was a bit fancier and refined
but wasn't nearly half as wise
he only made it to the foothills
of Queen Frosting's stained glass mind
and that's where his heart bled out
and rotted on the vine....
about three decades past
in a place called candy land.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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