Femons Constant Dribble

Pitter, Patter, the gold digger keen, a cat on prowl. Vain and boastful, not an accomplishment has she, always berating the breath a wind of evil. The explosion of mouth, the song of Lilith none can bear nor want to hear. The man’s journey for peace, silence, oblivion, one more screech…a final cry just stab the fork in my ear dear. Lol