One dark afternoon
like a shadow I flew
through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest
for when we undressed
blasphemies against vevus were rent
Though her sister removed
her wet body approved
the parade of my heavenly quest
Yet all tongues are true,
some are forked or askew
like an uncivil serpents at best
For ousted from Eden
I fausted all reason
hook in mouth like saint peter pan
And from long fairy groves
to hot virgin coves
for when the permiscuase swam
I elected lovers
but rejected others
mythestrisses that don't give a damn
But in those that still do
my deep interest grew
the rise of the true pentagram