Hot Winds in the Dsert Sand

my beasties live on

Hot Winds in the Desert Sun

 

mirror, mirror on the wall

will beasties come to destroy us all

they’re big, small fat, and tall

filled with fiendish lies and reddish demon eyes

they eat the wicked and torment the rest

in this nest of unrighteous indignation    

 

but some say the creepy crawly beasties

are not real

just a mirage is all

a figment

of our warped imaginations

that only exist in god-fearing minds

as we all crawl on bloody bellies

in the hot desert sand

praying to a dead god.

 

 

Author's Note

let it rip