Cookie Cutter People,
with their cookie cutter homes,
living their cookie cutter lives.

Trim, tidy lawns,
Even, square hedges,
White picket fences.

Perfect, clean
The Stepford Queens.

They sleep in separate beds,
Popping their lowers, their uppers,
the disgusting little meds.

Their veneer so shiny,
My visage reflects,
I'm dark, I'm black.
There's no turning back.

I'm viral,
infected.
Your social circle's ruined.

I corrupt,
I taint.
I whip and spank.

You won't notice me there,
in the bottom of their heart.
The lust, the passion.

I'm Deviance,
I rule.

Shut me down, turn about,
I back,
I'm blacker,
I'm deeper,
I'm harder...Stronger...Louder!

Let the Cookie Cutter People,
live their cookie cutter lies.


Urbanstud, Bliatz, I have no idea what happened, but you still managed to eke something akin to disgust and intense dislike for someone I don't know from me. Cool.

I like what I've written and I hope the rest of you out there do too.

Hope you're both well.

|| by Fae ||
11:48:00 PM |