Brothel Birds

O Brothel Birds,

ye tied wings are swollen; ye bent beaks croon,

Lying atop a condom bed,

bespattered with virgin blood,

ye writhe away innocence; ye chirp in desolation,

Mother Bird, come,

O come, cum, with free-worm.

 

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