Theda The Bohemian Brahman
Theda The Blasphemer
Adorned with a garland of scented skulls
Kick up your heels doing the Charleston
Red Lips, Big Saucer Eyes. white Knickers against Bronzed Sepia skin.
The Shrine of Broken Wings resides in Zanzibar
Beside each set of wings lie broken dreams
She smells like Angst with just a Touch of Madness
Engaged in strange Tribal Muttering Customs
She being an Exploded Being
He was just a DC Slacker who made his fortunes on the backs of many a Lonely Lioness. He from the money tribe pulled up in Rosalie’s Red Roadster. Gigolo no shame.
Charming Witty Evil Court Jester
His only Desire– That Spicy Honeydew Goodness Betwixt Her Lower Limbs.
At Climax She bit Her Lips so forcibly that Crimson Claret Fountained Her Face.
His constant refrain, “I wanted to go to Rosemary but they took me to a shrew.
After The Apocalypse Bouncing strange Voicing to Zed Beats and Bouncy Zombie Boys.
Ladies Have a care in getting too close a neighborhood lest you risk being impaled upon their prickly porcupine spiky spears.
She seeking seed for the future. He milking her teats for temporary sustenance. He can only offer transient subsistence. A Male dispenser of convoluted Fairey knots that has entrapped many a Fine Minx both pliable and stone. He a Chemist/Alienist of Ye Olde Pheromone Chemistry Shoppe
He a Supplier of Bodily Satisfaction for he seeks no soul to reach for he leaves as soon as he is done……. Leaving her behind in an Archaic Thatched Cottage where no one had thought to change the calendar in 18 years.
In the End there will be No Flowers or Pinwheels on Her Graves
Reoccurrent Songs Jumble Over and Over