The Prologue :

I cometh, I see, and I saw a thread,
The thread, mein enemy had made,
Aroused, excited, this is sooo unexpected,
For his Solace is about to be desecrated !
Ohhh,my cock, my pre-cum, they ooze und oozed

The Monologue :

So, with a perverted smile carved on my face,
As I prepare to profanify und defile his Solace,
Like a pedophile about to violate a child,
My limbs are shaking, as I proceed to cast my vile...

Interluding the interlude® :

Amazed by all these wondrous scenes
The scene of little lolitas sun-bathing
I gaze across this field of dreams
Where these little nymphets are lying
My heart beholds the grief unseen
Mein longings, they're shooo agonizing
Deep chasms filled with want and need
Wants and needs that I'll have to get fixed
The desperate souls who might have been
Better off sleeping with me in my cabin
Alive and free and young
And into them I can't wait to chummmm


For creatures lurk among the trees
Hath witnessed how I lured and fondled little Angie's pee-pee,
I feel their shadows close to me
And I felt their hate, even they're disgusted with me
They sing their songs of sympathy
Sympathy for would becomes of little 8year old Angie
A loathsome dead cacophony
Heard as Angie falls asleep after consuming ketamine laced candy

The Dialogue : -[a few hours later]-
[CC] - Closed captioned for imagination impaired users.

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Lay back, and let me lick your hymen;
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : Stop please, mom says this is forbidden;

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Bwhahaha, well, your mommy's not here, she didn't know you're gone;
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : Noo, please, I don't like it here, please take me home;

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Shut up bitch, I'll kill you if you won't listen;
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : No, please, nhoo, don't hurt me, please don't;

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Hehe..don't worry honey, this will hurt only -ONCE-
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : PLEASE, stop, you're hurting me, please -DON'T-

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Emph-emph, argh-argh, your pussy's so tight and warm;
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : Waa-Waaa...nooo...nooo, plleeaseee don..........

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Arrrr....uhhh. Finally in an 8year old I've cum;
[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : Please...please, just let me go home;

[Cruel laughter madness borne]
SL : Bwahaha...I'm not done, Angie, am not done;

*zing* [sound of kitchen knife being puled out]

[With sobbing edged by scorn]
Angie : Oh, nhoo, please, I swear I won't tell anyone;

*slash* [sound of sharp object slicing through flesh]

The Epilogue :

Like dark clouds on a dark night,
Mein sin, it's there, hidden in plain sight,
Chasing black stars in a black sky,
I can't wash it clean, no matter how hard I try,

With worn dreams in a worn heart,
As the burden of guilt, plagued mein heart,
Over torn sails on a tired sea
I've decided to give in, and plead guilty,

And yet the Light keeps shining brighter
Ever brighter each new morn'
As I'm moving closer
Closer to the day of reckonin'

As the day of reckonin'is in sight
I felt so calm, so relax like I was at home
Until the One belongs the Fight
Then fear at last the coming Storm


-SpectraL-____ft_____The Methematician____

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Now this is taking the piss a little too much. Why not rape a stray cat or something, surely that'd be more satisfying?
Unless of course if you're referencing Pasolini's Salo, in which case bravo! cunt.

I hoped a cat will turn me on...but sadly,...it didn't.

Oh, don't blame it on me.... blame society. It wasn't me who made Lolita,the novel or the movie...or 120days of Sodom, or Caligula for that matter...

*sniff-sniff*

This....the stench of your prejudice is sickenin'...

I didn't mean it like that. No need to feel persecuted, I mean, we've all thought dark thoughts. You don't have to act on the impulse to kidnap an eight year old girl, stare at her with Malcolm McDowell's mad staring eyes, rape and murder her then write an opera with her blood for ink. So just don't.

I see....

Excuse me ?!?!?!? Does poetry means "it happened in real life " in Irish ? I'm confused....

Oh,...btw, maybe you should read the original "solace" a few threads below...

Now I know that paedophiles aren't able to feel human emotion but I was not exactly trying to be serious with you.

[1] Or perhaps you don't feel me cos you're just a stoopid eirish mann

[2] Bumped

Hmmmm... strange. I was absolutely positive I saw something about this somewhere. Oh, yes. Here it is:

"Vogon Poetry is by far the worst in the universe. This forum includes all forms of literary creative expression. Please post ONLY your own work and try not to flame other users. Bad vogonesque poetry, is of course, still welcome here."

Way to post my stuff here as your own work. Going against the roolz is not the way to go. You know that, don't you? Of course you do.

King_Cotton?

When I modified someone else's work, the modified "work" can thus be considered my own creative work,...

And Jeff encourages that....not sssss-tttttt-ffffff-uuuuu....

Looks like we got us a rool-breaker here.