Fornifaeces

Pail and thin
Hooked up with a some slut
The taste of herpes on her lips
Whilst he preached syphillisation
Wanton
A cigarette dangled
Like a splayed leg
Ready to embrace all comers
The lustre of dried mucus
Like a filigree patina
Heightened by viscera
Only increased the sense of who gives a fuck
His pierced nose
Dripped sweat
A metronome of orgiastic
Distemper
She on the other hand
Delightfully clichéd
If you can claim that
In her dress of little else
The denture grip of fear
Puddled benignly
Suckling on reason
In lieu of breasts
Disenfranchised Benedictines
Thoroughly dishevelled
Laid waste by their pretence
Pooled as brandy in a urinal
The meaning was not lost
More swept under the carpet
Like some idolatrous Pontificus Maximus
Tracks sweeping up his arms
Replete with stations and signals
Well lit witness to the truth

So there they were

The rampant
The ravaged

Nobody of import

Except for this brief twitch of the pelvic floor

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