Orgy Island
Rich devil fashioned a money net
dangled it over forest of chrysalis
awaiting the emergence of innocents.
Dragged a kaleidoscope of butterflies
off to a hell hole called orgy island.
To fondle their wings for a little awhile
then vomit them to the slag heap pile.
Rich devils -virgin powder on their fingertips.
Will beg and barter for freedom... again.
Karma chants they'll spend their slippery years.
In semen scented metal nets, with other derelicts.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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