yiddish ramble; deluxe

A Poem by winter;lyra

holy ghost
you don't growl
my thorn is like my windpipe
your scorn is like my shitpipe
hedonist enterprise
cultist spit G-lie
chaplain you ain't called sire
ahah
i best demons in my sleep during workdays

i speak yiddish
crisp
lick my tongue inside my mouth like is it? crisp
kill my mind inside my temple like is it? sick