Laughing at black walls

I bet he had a night-light, to fight and fend-off demons,

and the sight of crocodiles sends him off screaming

his thoughts deemed unneccessary

shallow intellectually

a pool of mistakes and done-wrongs

im done singing the songs of the frigid,

busting emaciate bodies and the church pounding rigid,

put in 12 digits and pull three-out,

turn and reverse ride crushin backs of the devout