Wayside Wander

 

 

Someone tore at the blouse of a virgin
Her skirt is hiked way above her knees
She’s thrown over by the side of the highway
Left naked by the hollow dead trees

Her wet hair is matted in blood soaked abandon
Crawling calling cursed filthy diseased
The bowels of humanity ripped her and wanton
Raped by ambitious deplorable sensation

Left crying and hungry and hurting salvation
Mauled calling for forgiveness this sorrowed filled nation
Battered and bruised sleepy is she
Ne’r to return to her excised solation

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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