Daffodilia

I’m a beaten boy,
A nappy negligence.
I got smarts without intelligence.
I’m one of them off-sets,
One of them who licks mint off floss.
There just aren’t enough babies to toss,
I’ve come to realize.
What wicked epiphanies manifest,
What candid gospels materialize.

Bloody-back ribs,
Fed on and cooked.
Cannibal cock sausages,
Trust me, I looked.
Holding an open ended argument,
Up on its pedestal,
We debate.
There are times to think, times to hate.
Fewer yet to masturbate.

A translucent dream,
With reality peeking through.
Sleep is boring, deviancy is new.
I’ll ravage the night,
A nocturnal warrior of anarchy!
A super villain of wedlock,
Stillborn in an empty womb.
A mini corpse, a monster god,
Locked away in a floorless room.