By the roadside she sat;
Legs thrown wide open to their glistening interior reveal,
And chest pushed out
To reveal breasts packed in small cups struggling for freedom.
With face painted like a circus clown
And lips coated in blood red she made sounds, sloppy sounds
To wanton attention attract,
To her glistening unholy body,
And her cursed interiors
That boasted on nothing but quick sweetness and eternal death.
And wanton attention she did attract,
For at her sight did men drool, wanton men,
Looking to their piddle lusts gratify
Little did they know, that
Empty vessels make the most sounds
Soon shall they sway to the sickly tunes of the death
And their souls bound for the city called Hades.