Their Twisted Minds
Wrought in a womb
Of some sophisticated alien,
They emerge in voluptuous curves,
Nuances of the birth canal,
Bereft of fundamentals,
Twisted minds theirs,
They come in shades
Of chameleon hues
Across the wild seas and oceans
Mountains of joy they explore,
Saliva oozing as never before,
Taste the sweet nectar
That they lust
Lonely nights they trust
And
In the mirror of a darkened
Starry misty night
They thrust
In volatile imagination
What men these nature nurtures
Tis beyond human consideration
At least my imagination
My first thoughts upon
My first thoughts upon reading this, I thought you were speaking perhaps of IRS employees that are certainly aliens, but reading further, and for the second time I saw that I was wrong, and could not, like you, conjure up what these beings are.
Very cool write~!
Victor