The dream that could have been, you’ve been wonderful, maybe I should fondle her,

Elaina, my lover, too young for her, maybe she should try someone a little older, get fucked a little, show me a little, skin underneath that thin, imaginary line, before I make you mine,

Oh Elaina, what I would do to tame her, give her little flowers, say I’m in love with her scent, that she leaves behind, for the hunters to find, if only I was bartender, I could contend for her, but unfortunately, I’m, a little lame, came on my leg, said how do you like what’s in the abyss, did you smell her piss? It was a little like beer, it was queer, how it filled me up, filled my cup, waiting for the day, she came to me and said, I’m already wed, but I’d like to show you, what’s wet? Her breath, all over my chest, he left his number, said would you let me cum in her, and he followed this guy to his shed, where he’ll tie her up instead, and I got left on read, wouldn’t want to make her upset, anyways, I came on her pants, lasted two minutes, she said it was fine, we can try again next time,

Then an eagle began flapping its wings, ca-caw, ca-caw, three crows, and a lion pride, said I’ve already made you mine, before you know it, I’ll be enjoying what’s between those legs,

The poet really did prefer the devil, because at least he kept her, feasted on everlasting fruit,

He was allowed it, married her, got worried, shouldn’t wed her, entangle her, in your fine web,

How many tears did she shed, when you said, you couldn’t make it to her wedding, it would upset me, would make me think she left me, the poet’s worried, that love will be left behind, will no one take this, I’m selling it for forty cents,

Anyways, I think he’ll get caught, some way, somehow, something nothing smart would allow,

Its too high, I think I’m blind,

What happened,

To the river of blood,

Should we kiss and make up,

Three birds sacrificed,

Should we feast on her flesh,

Impregnate her,

Take turns, eating the flower,

Was smoking last hour,

I have to go again,

At 2 pm,

Bought my medicine,

When will they let me in,

Maybe we should drink the river,

The dick game, and the fuck cycle,

It really has begun,

What kind of story,

Will it spin,

Sorry, got to go,

I have to take a shower.