Comin’ Thro The Rye

Tainted souls with trigger warnings
erogenous beings scandalously clad
Dancing to raptures of decadent minds
and stereotypes possessing dark flaws
Held to the breasts of hermaphrodites
without ovaries and stalagmites
Clinging like bats in the cunt’s scullery
quenching the thirst of the friars lurch
In Twilight’s rationality…
“If a body meets a body, comin’ thro the rye”