Sat, 24th Mar 2012 | Talisman | Created on: originalshorts.com | 565 Views, 1 Nod.

What A Dirty Heathen (for MatthewCollins new competition)

What A Dirty Heathen.


The Master Sign writer wore a talisman beneath his hoodie

And a codpiece within his breeches

'Behold' he would shout out loud, at passers by

'Would'st thou have me discard my wanton contraption?'

'Only to have thee suckle upon my man teet'

The man-milk of human kindness, had gone sour within his soul

In the local market place he would yell

'Why have you forsaken me, oh Lord?'

'Why must you punish me, whilst bestowing favour unto others?'

'Gaze upon Talisman'

'Hopping around, with all the testicular freedom of a pantless gazelle'

The Master Sign writer wore a talisman beneath his hoodie

As a sign of his lack of faith, burned into his flesh

What a dirty heathen.