How many stalkadillos --
Exist out there
Belly slithering
To the melodies
Of their melon headed
Ideologies
How many stalkadillos
Are pop-pop-popping
Upon the heels
Of their victims
As rabid hounds
As rabid hounds
Yowling at moons
Within their night vision
A multiplied multitude
A common affliction
Inflicting their delusions
As spit up vomit
Stalkadillo prattle
Into the lives --
Of their victims.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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