Woke Up This Morning

The horror began when she walked down the aisle
The cereal one in the Coop
He was all suburban Al Pacino cop suit and swagger
But he played lead role in Bad Lieutenant
And the demon darkness reminded her of dad

A tisket, a tasket, he put her in his basket
She was putty slutty in his hands
Was soon push me, pull you toxic
In a probably, maybe, meet you
Then cancel, lastminute sorta way

It drove her exorcist mad with desire
She spat cat-like and trouble-slept with hate
I warned her – everyone warned her
Thrusting his forked tongue down her throat
And his feral manhood in her hand

He was Louis Cyphre to her soul
An egg poised between long, blackened
thumb and forefinger
Salaciously flexing and squeezing
So tempting to crush – to mush.