Blood Queens/ White Whores

In the mists beyond

The thighs of the city

I can see a lipstick

Red Tower.

A sadomasochistic parlor

Full of wonder and dreams

Of middle aged bald men

And women too old to have children.

In the tower there is a queen

But she is too horny

To realize her faults.

A servant breaks her majesty

And shaves the hair from her head.

And she cries and screams.

She demands two stud

Cocks to hold him down

While two more fuck his eyes out.

The tower turns to black

And it runs with blood.

All the women give birth

And all the men turn into horses.

And there is the queen

Sitting on her thrown.

Her shaved head brazen.

And she sings of angels

Choking on serpents.