do not worry darling
i will not take your virtue
i must do an examination
much can be learned from you
first we must give you tests
to see if you are even immune
once that is over
we will move to the operating room
do not try to struggle
it’s impossible for you to move
it’s a very simple procedure
to see if the arm will grow on you
it’s painful for you right now
but the morphine will be kicking in soon
Oops, i forgot to mention
we didn’t give any to you
death is coming shortly
but this could be one big Ruse
we’ll keep you alive until
through this torture, you are consumed
your greatest hope now is
will someone come to the rescue
why are we doing this again
Oh yeah, just for something to do
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
