Trick Or Treat Poem by Saul Palti

Hail the storm of trickle eye
is where I did quietly lie
underneath the hail and gust
filled with this subtle taste for lust
velvet fortune rapped before
our golden heavenly door
wet and ripe favours my desire
it is cooler by the open fire
in wasteful arms soaked by me
the girl that is so very free

joyous bewilder eyed the flake
at this instant for tasty cake
what was mine was yours
regardless of your flaws
I was boastful and full of jest
and wore a tank top vest
by the lake is where you died
on top of the water is where you hide
it was worthy of our pleasure
now your body rots under the cellar