Posted by Eric Aghadiuno on
Mother of the bastard
Wife to a thousand nocturnal husbands
Engage in the ancient trade of debauchery
Brazen in all her actions
Ugh! See how she glances coquettishly
At prospective customers
Advertising her most intimate assets
All for money, the enduring paradox of evil
Promiscuity is her daily code of existence
Besmirched by the seeds of her thousand customers
She adorns imitation bijoux and wears cheap perfume
To suppress her rottenness
Ah! Mother of all holiness now feels aseptic
And proudly swallows the very next membrum virile
But look! See how she constantly spit out saliva
Irritated by her own impurity
This derelict Islet
Turned into a frigid relief object
In exchange for cash
Oh! What a shame
This wife, this mother, this whore
Whose path only leads to the grave