I want to write
I want to write something
That’ll make Poe quiver.
He’ll shiver out his casket
Slap himself at my audacity
Questioning my sanity
Remembering his necrophiliac ways
Yet still believing I must go to
All fictitious heavens for salvation.
I want it to be
adults become children checking
Their closets and door ways.
Religion shall sham it’s doctrines
Convict it, placed on hit lists
to write such a tale?
Mark J Blu