purple veils seductively strewn
over every cross in town,
like Mardi Gras did a striptease
home from Bourbon Street,
earning those beads the hard way,
dropping scraps of sin
for the self-righteous
turtlenecks
reading romance novels,
pointing pretentious fingers from their prettied-up porn,
mistaking morals for
aesthetics,
diddling about manhood
in dry dreams with dead batteries,
eating pancakes
instead of oysters,
dying without beer.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.π
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (5)
Wow. You nailed it! Can we get it up on jerk-oβs truth social?
Feeling like we went to the same church as children.
Beautiful!β₯οΈπ»
Wow! That was something else. So many good lines including: 'dropping scraps of sin for the self-righteous' π€© Dying without beer is a sin itself.
I will say a prayer for you lol. Whew