It is vacuum that nature abhors
it turns god fearing girls into immaculate whores
at three in the afternoon my sheets are well soiled
the TV is shot and the action recoiled
the gun in my mouth replaces a cock
my hands like a prayer embracing the stock
my brains on the wall in the cool evening light
I’m a coward you see but somehow it’s right
Happy Christmas folks, replace with “holidays” for those wishing inclusivity.
© Wolfgar 2019