The Best of Evil (Collaboration)

Hearts, love and flowers poetry I abhor
been know to write some myself, I confess
Give me blood, guts and evil by the score
watch me clamour for the evil booklets.

A heart dripping with blood is more appealing
Than the broken love hearts in my face
A poem with guts and gore is more pleasing
Well it gets this black heart to race!

Yes, my black heart has been called a bitch
No love pumps through these veins
My man calls me the West’s wicked witch
I get a kick out of driving him insane.

Hearts, love, and flowers, always on the mend
Reading of desire and longing is so wearing
This poetry is not at all my best friend
always repeating the neediness and yearnings

Black poetry is what I require
To keep this black heart beating
It’s the devils love I desire
Don’t come to me with your weeping.