Sex and violins

Swooping and scratched
Distorted and debauched
Venus descends
In her faked furs
Figures appalled in black
Await her icebound arrival
Venus is here
Newly purged
She is sick of the sleaze
She's a social disease
Venus won't take
Your sick venom
Takes to the footlights
Like some fuck to water
Venus is not
Your sweet darling
She cuts and she bites
She strains to be heard
Venus goes quiet
Knocked down, stood up


Ani Smith said...

Speaking of muses, that Venus is a right hog.

(And this was velvety delicious.)

An Unreliable Witness said...

Don't say things like that about my great-aunt Venus.

(Mind you, you're right. She was a right trollop, that one.)