MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Chirp freakin' chirp Winged bastards of solitude
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
I am the Father Of mirth and shadows Dystopian Despot The Arranger
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
My inflection carefully inspected My name is bastard The b is silent
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Supremacy manifold proletariat fed Hung like suits in a closet Dry humped and brushed clean Pressed and euthanized Submission

Your tinkling laugh

Echoing past obstacles

Real or just

In my head

I will champion you

Protect that

Freckled nose

Deflecting pain’s

Reflection

To merely

A glare

Tomorrow we’ll

Make cookies

singing

Silly songs

Through your

Whistling wiggle

Tooth

Waiting for fairies

 fireworks

Princess plays

And mermaids

In the tub