Debauchery
DEBAUCHERY
Buttery sweetness oozing from mouth to face,
giving the impression of satin and lace.
Wicked forked tongue slithering from behind
stench of rotted slush blowing forth from mind.
Slimy rotting corpse of evil discontent
Wafting in the air masquerading as heaven sent.
Empaths of old feel your anger and rage
staying clear of smoke from the sage.
End of reign of is drawing near,
and ones who know you have no fear.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2021
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