Medusa

you were a wild child  
with a wet sticky cunt
you played with it often
on a pillow you'd grunt
 
then mama betrayed
licentious you
with ruinous morals
don't play with your goo
 
girls keep their legs crossed
and don't talk to boys
sex is for grown ups
and cocks aren't toys
 
your hardened your heart
kept your sex in a box
to be a good girl
grew cold like a pox
 
emergent depression
sadness and cold
you had to say no
though the boys where so bold
 
soon there was rage
for no reason at all
your hair turned to snakes
cause boys wouldn't call
 
gorgons are demons
that turn men to stone
from endless denial
here comes the crone
 
then comes the fetish
she aches to be dead
she poofs out her ass
begs, please take my head