Vorochta 5

Sometimes I’m tempted to have my cake and eat it too, but then I realize I’m partial to pie. So I don’t.

Sometimes, when I’m in the comfort of my own home,

I feel like occupying Wall Street.

But then it occurs to me:

I might not look very attractive on TV.

…So I don’t.

Once upon a time

Before you were born

Back in my prime

Not yet old and worn

Grandma came home from work one day

Ran to the bathroom to use the bidet

rinsing and washing her fleshy fold

(once hot and taught, now saggy and old)

She came out of the loo looking fresh and new

and at that moment I knew what to do

I picked her up and threw her down

on this very sofa here

dropped my drawers and went to town

No condom or worries or fear.

There are many reasons why you should stay away.

For I’m truly myself in the night, not day.

While people are at peace in light,

I seek the dark, clear of sight.

I’m a monster of sorts, wild and sick.

But this you won’t know, I’m cunning and slick.

I’ll trick and traipse and twist the truth.

To put you at ease and steal your youth.

You’ll never find out,

It’s already too late.

You are my next victim,

You sealed your fate.

I’ll kill you with kindness

Smother with care

I suffer from baldness

I’ve come for your hair.

The old man stood there,

looking at me strangely.

I showed him my wad,

showing him how serious I was

about this deal.

He glanced down

paused

and looked me square in the eye.

“Alright,” he said.

He followed me to my truck,

pushing that rusted old wheel barrow.

Head after head, he kept giving me more

and more.

He wiped off the sweat from his forehead,

and stood there, looking at me.

I got in my truck and hit the road.