Simple, sophisticated sorcerer,
Scrawling sacred symbols with a schoolchild's stick.
Silly little simpleton. Slave sentenced to suffer in the slimy suffocating slippery slope.
Scholarly sage in silk, stumbling through street-side sewers.
The sudden and sorry soliloquy of a sad, sadistic simple seducer of sin.
So shall it be said: that on a sunny Sunday, a sorry silly sufferer slumped and studied;
Strewing together sentences like cement strews together buildings.
Seeking solace in shadowed sanctuaries,
Summoning spirits from sacred scrolls,
While sucking sweet-shop suckers, sticky-fingered.
Spinning spells through spider-silk strings,
Stammering simple songs through silver-studded teeth.
Slowly, softly, surely sinking
Southward toward sweet sleep's surrender,
A sovereign reduced to simple stone.

Feb. 23, 2025, 11:09 a.m.

Written bY CYril