Declawed in a Beauty Parlor

Declawed in a Beauty Parlor

A Poem by Onoma

Satan is being decalwed

in a beauty parlor--full of

snots.

His dinky majesty looking

out the nearest window.

Satan is being declawed

in a beauty parlor--he really

should wait for his mommy.

His horns are about to f**k

him right.

That's not enough--stay tuned

brave souls.

© 2025 Onoma


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Added on October 22, 2025
Last Updated on October 22, 2025

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Onoma
Onoma

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