raping of the hue-mann spirit.

This was written when an ex-lover walked in on me with my new lover and I in the middle of our "alone time".

My friendly raven was none too pleased
when he caught me against the wall on my knees

Being entered by a raging bull
and from his branches pulled the wool.
My soul was tattered, soul was worn
my soul was futile as choreographed porn.

 

The friendly raven never understands,
the worlds a phase, my jolly underplanned.
Don't cross your ex's with voyeuristic oh's

And never love a white girl
who refuses cornrows.

Reviews

[Gema]

I really love this the shortness but sweetness! really well written x