Lampshade Sputters On
Behind the lecherous idolatrous lecternWhere waxen faced effigy reads scripted profane bytes
Witches two sit, ceremonially masked
One an ancient, corrupt crone
Two a cackling hybrid of human and hyena
Occasionally rising to applaud the platitudes of Mr. Tussauds
Who appears to be eternally melting into a Dantesque Purgatorio
Perpetually reanimated by Dr. No
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-04-29 at 23:31
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