Whorehouse Full Of Vipers Poem by Dorsey Baker

Whorehouse Full Of Vipers



Afraid to
Turn off lights in this place
The darkness much too deep
Might turn itself into
Something vicious that
Just might want to
Murder me!

I'm thinking
I don't want to
Become its victim

Imagine
All around your bed
All these big ugly monsters
Come from
Out of nowhere
With just one thought in mind
They've come just to
Feast upon you!

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