A foreign mind takes over the sea
When four walls have the absence of bodies.
But wait! Quick farce is the alibi
Disguised as a sweet talking lullaby
Laced with hope when reality is shoddy.
She collects the memories in a heart shaped box
Gently teased open the butterflies fly free
But rough and ragged - not impressive enough for he:
Cheap impersonator a la John Knox!
The man in question was quite the sinner;
Cutting and slicing every bulbous womb in the vicinity
It's safe to say he certainly was no beginner.
Strands of hair are all that's left
In the deceptive bed of lust and sweat.
A cause for confusion when your heart's up for prostitution.
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