the May Queen
is pissed it seems
and throws her crown of daisies in the trash
she's done with that
it's June
and time to change her tune
no good girl now
she scowls
and plans dark devious ploys
to fool the boys
who think they're men.
amen
to that!
they'll soon know where it's at
those poor lost souls
whose hearts as dark as coal
cannot imagine darker still ...
ready for the thrill
to see them beg
she lifts a leg
to put on boots, festoons herself with lace
and skulls—her place
could use some new ones.
time for fun!
she claps
to summons bats
then grabs her sceptre.
the moon is full
she feels its pull
she's ready.
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