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no hairy lip has she or wrinkle

a far cry from ancient crones

her skin as smooth as marble

sweet melodies in her moans


black cats are always a clue

in the house hers does roam

its carbon eyes following me

at its muzzle flecks of foam


waking last night in terror

to the Devil she's chanting

buck naked and sweating

my blood she's decanting


her eyes huge and yellow

the cat's licking its chops

brimstone eats the duvet

on my chest a frog hops


raw power fills my lungs

is my member detached?

pentangle on the ceiling

what evil's she's hatched


yet I feel strangely better

no longer short of breath

Mother Shipton's spared

me a banal COVID death

homeopathycronesblack catDevilfrogpentangleCOVID

◄ I Saw The End From The Start

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