Stale Ale 🍷

A stare down at the knob of brass
A door of silver
The darkness that lurks behind it
of the evil unknown
Virgin loins waiting to rob the soul of man
Vanity
Tainted in gold & all it’s glory
Sparkling glare of dirt
of eternity in ruins
Disguised as pleasure
Leisure measures
Tailored for human wit
of borderline divinity
of maladies & insanities
Cushioned & levered on a lump of flesh
So divinely moulded
To appease to your loins
With a mind of it’s own
Wiggly & twisty
Making itself an heir
From whence your end would come
So, gather round this circus
And make your poison of choice
Stale ale? or the purgatory cocktail?
Either ways , your soul is ours

WeirdmaskmanNG ✍🏽

WeirdmaskmanNG ✍🏽