Barbara La Marr
Catburger
You can flip my catburger, I can up the ante!
Catsup on the side of a well-done tabby.
I aint sayin’ nuffin in the name of good taste.
Serve me up that pusser bebeh, best be open faced!
Lullaby.
Our bodies are temples of filth, things to be disgraced in all forms. Yours especially.
Take no pride in your form, or pleasure from those of easy ladies.
This world we occupy is abhorrent, and should not be tolerated.
Its gifts are a trick you shall not imbibe.
Your interests are evil as are you, therefore.
Our only hope is in submission to a thing you’ve never seen.
I love you, my son. Remember always, my word is gold.
(Not all abused children wear their bruises.)
