Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty One.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty One.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Have you heard about morals living in your escape? It's always raining in your princedom that is as big as a queen size bed”.”Moral beings don’t need morals. Don’t lecture others. It is bad taste. It’s not important what you do wear. The most important thing is knowing the dress code. As long as there are riches, there are swarms of eager slaves. As long as there is love, there are lovers, collateral damage, victims of love exchange”.”What play do you want to stage?””I want to stage a couple. ‘Roaming the land of never’ will be a working tittle”.

 

 

 

“Love is old, odd, redundant,

Something we want and don’t need,

It is not only lust,

It’s luster,

It is excess,

It’s a collection,

Framed butterflies without wings,

The truth is that unnecessary junk,

Makes us complete and happy,

It’s time to come back to the scene of lust,

Bloodshed on the chessboard,

 And slaughter with one kiss,

The Queen was killed,

The King was threatened,

The whole army was discharged,

Rivers of tears or rivers of blood,

The triumph of being mutually in love,

Rivers were running in his honour”,

“Let’s go to the scene of shooting,

Pink Insectarium is dead,

Keep nosy bystanders feeling horror,

 Let’s launch investigation,

By cracking open mindless heads”,

“Where and when”,

“When witnesses, physical evidence and props,

Were still alive,

They were companions in crimes,

The stand is yours,

Continue”,

“Yes, your Honour,

The idol’s love had no legs,

It had been rolling like a thunder,

To the surprise of mantes,

They humped like prayed with grace,

Learning to play the game of hide and seek,

I used to waste my heart,

Right in the candy wrapper suite,

It was to be my fortress and my harbour,

“Our idol is in love”,

It’s sprawled,

Across the black board of the kingdom,

To the delight of horny moons and waxy stars,

And pleasure seeking beavers,

Bugs flashed a dreamy smile,

Crying quite bitterer than usual,

“She is the luckiest of all!”

Nobody knew who, whom and when,

Neither geranium nor ficus,

They knew only the reason “why”,

I’d say that luck is blind,

Who said that luck is easy,

Nothing is easy,

Nothing”.