Large Fierce Mammal

A Night on the Town

By LFM

In a realm that’s near to ours
There dwells a nasty thing.
It has no horns, nor pointy tail,
No scales or batty wing.

It’s not exactly evil, mind,
Though neither is it good,
And when it thinks of vengeful deeds
Its loins become as wood.

You wonder what this thing is called?
Well, “Fuck Off” is its name.
I know because, whenever asked,
Its answer is the same.

How I came to know this is
A question good to ask.
I let Fuck Off possess me once
To help me with a task.

And while it rode astride my soul,
It was surprised to find
Itself possessed by me in turn,
Our two souls intertwined!

We tidied up our darksome deed
And parted souls at last.
T’was then it pulled me to its breast
And there it held me fast.

It cried, “I’ve found a darkness here,
“Within the soul of thee
“So dark indeed, I feel thou art
“A brother unto me!”

Now, even though, in diff’rent realms
I and Fuck Off dwell,
Each Hallowe’en the curtain thins
And lets it out of Hell.

It stops to visit me those nights,
We share a drink and jest,
And then consult our list that names
The unsuspecting bless’d.

Those on our list derive their joy
From torture, rape, and more,
My friend and I, we’ll bring much worse,
Delivered to each door.

Co-possessed as one, we’ll hunt
Our quarry ’til the knell
Of dawn sees every listed soul
Has screamed its way to Hell.