avoid your sight,
Like two brothers kissing,
under flourescent lamplight,
And the cannibal devouring his decadent meal
by night.
Such things my princess does dream,
like pretty ladies covered in cream,
And little boys in skirts, wrestling in dirt,
before the eyes of that one hungry introvert,
And the lust in the head of a lover of the dead,
who now has a corpse in his bed.
Now kiddies,
A question
from me
To you...
Which taboo do you do?
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