10-11-2013, 03:08 AM
It was 12 o’clock and All Hallows Eve;
those Gothic gals sure looked game.
One sported a long raven-black mane,
the other donned an ashen-blonde bob.
Some might say they seemed rather eerie,
yet seductive with their long pierced tongues.
Alabaster skin and blood red lips;
within my sites their canines gleamed.
Fools-gold dress and black-vinyl mini,
such cute outfits fashioned in Hell.
We got some stares; they winked full of glee
with eyes shadowed gun-metal blue.
The way they swayed; so serpentine,
quite the wicked erotic queens.
Just loved their fake photographed smiles
on their tightly strung silicon frames.
Their skirts rode high and I was hypnotized,
as they flashed their fresh Xeroxed tattoos.
I followed them home to their abode,
way on the other side of the tracks.
I only recall their glossy wax lips
pressed heavily all over me.
My mind a blur, I was feeling quite strange,
midst smokey-sage and rosemary fumes.
I woke up so sick, one exhausted fool;
my girls were nowhere within sight.
Waited all day, so impatiently.
Oh this dilemma I found myself in.
Quite unpleasant, shackled like this;
my poor wrists burned with much pain.
Cold and embarrassed without my clothes.
those hot Goth Chicks were so cruel.
Within my cage, all was going so dim;
in lonely retrospect, what did I do?
From all my friends, I’m gonna catch hell,
if these ghouls ever let me go home!
those Gothic gals sure looked game.
One sported a long raven-black mane,
the other donned an ashen-blonde bob.
Some might say they seemed rather eerie,
yet seductive with their long pierced tongues.
Alabaster skin and blood red lips;
within my sites their canines gleamed.
Fools-gold dress and black-vinyl mini,
such cute outfits fashioned in Hell.
We got some stares; they winked full of glee
with eyes shadowed gun-metal blue.
The way they swayed; so serpentine,
quite the wicked erotic queens.
Just loved their fake photographed smiles
on their tightly strung silicon frames.
Their skirts rode high and I was hypnotized,
as they flashed their fresh Xeroxed tattoos.
I followed them home to their abode,
way on the other side of the tracks.
I only recall their glossy wax lips
pressed heavily all over me.
My mind a blur, I was feeling quite strange,
midst smokey-sage and rosemary fumes.
I woke up so sick, one exhausted fool;
my girls were nowhere within sight.
Waited all day, so impatiently.
Oh this dilemma I found myself in.
Quite unpleasant, shackled like this;
my poor wrists burned with much pain.
Cold and embarrassed without my clothes.
those hot Goth Chicks were so cruel.
Within my cage, all was going so dim;
in lonely retrospect, what did I do?
From all my friends, I’m gonna catch hell,
if these ghouls ever let me go home!
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
Two feme fatales might be curtains! Yes, it sings like some sort of blank verse, but I really can't do classic metrical forms. Cheers/Chris