Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty with those lil titties
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty more the so with glitties
Summer brings farmers markets to town squares full of dither
Perchance you’ll stumble upon a man aged and steeped in wither
The stillness of his appear
Among the tussle will chance you to him steer
As in the far he looks as if his eyes beckons with a whispered plead of “come hither”
Yet close the darkness within them up your back coldness will slither.
Emanuel is the old man’s name or is said to be in many places
Always sitting in a shaded stall – never up going through a seller’s paces
Alert but looking dull with his surround behind his table
A handful of wares nary with a price or label
Looking lovingly down stead of potential buyer’s faces
At his table sparely spread with glittered sand dollar necklaces
Appreciate the baubles that leave Emmanuel beguiled
But be aware that if asked where they are from the answer is not for the mild
To him his baubles he will gather
They are to be sought than buy rather
For if truth be tell they are hardly trendy or styled
Yet fashioned are they from founts designed to nourish a child
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty with those lil titties
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty more the so with glitties
Town to town, time and time again
Tis but all he can do as his condition he sees as opport than bane
Emanuel is not what he would seem as
And his tastes is for the flesh of a dying motherly lass
Which most would consider much insane
But always his latest bauble lets down his memory reign
Emanuel stood between the door and her
Volatile, pert, aware – far from the half lame aged sir
He had wobbled up to her so weakly
Propositioning Annie so meekly
That a block away flashed the money that had her mind whir
In such a weak rasp “Such beauty have you” he did purr
“I apologize for the dreary and lack luster apartment –
What do you need the money for? Drugs? Food? Rent?
Can I make you more at ease?
Or do you just wish to know what I please?
Am I your kind of gent?
Ha! But of course I am – considering the money I just spent!
Here my pet a dabble of warmth for your body in the form of rum
Odd isn’t it how it matters not where one is from
Man, woman, or those whose thoughts of themselves are inbetween
Knowing what is and what can’t be seen
All Life flows through blood and cum
To which most seek to spread to others some”
A smile steeped in sad lament drifted along the thin lipless mouth dry
“I am not most, alas” he continued longing sigh
Emanuel went quiet for a moment
As if despite his intent his body’s functions had already their energy had came and went
Patting his groin to enforce in what words belie
Then laughed “But by no means do I intend to arrest any attempt to try!”
“Come to me my little delectable one
Come to me so we can have some fun”
Emanuel took a step toward the womanly company for which he had paid
With no intent to have her an opportunity to spend the money from he she had made
Then a sidestep to block the entrance to which she could flee in a run
“Come to me so I can do what must be done”
“Hide not your beauty with such attire that highlights your highs…and your lows”
The woman felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach as the space between the two did close –
All Annie had wanted was a few dollars to breathe from the monetary stuck
What else could she do with a baby at home to make enough in a couple of hours but fuck?
“Be more that what stitch and fabric shows
Surrender all even what nobody else knows”
Emanuel wished he could play with this one for a while
Unlike most of the others her demeanor was a simpler natural style
To discover to what depths could this toy withstand
An assault upon her mind under the influence of a mind altering dose of contraband
But his need overtook his wishes to a frothing rile
He lunged towards her with surprising agile
Annie had not a chance to react to the old man’s attack
He knocked her off balance as her knees went slack
And though Annie tried with her hips to her body steady
Her coordination was not up to task and ready
Her head bounced twice off the thread bare lime carpet with a dull crack, crack
And Annie’s world turned from of shades of colour to black and back
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty with those lil titties
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty more the so with glitties
“Lay still!” the old man did harshly rasp just barely a whisper but Annie did not abide
Woozily she tried to roll to her side
As he tried to straddle his prey
To keep her movement at a minimum – at bay
Blood, teeth and mucus fireworked in grim display as Annie’s flesh split wide
As the heavy bottle of rum and the bottom end of her face did collide
“Hush now!” Emanuel spat at the weeping woman in venomous tone
Given his choice of temped abode it should be erred for sexual moan
He had chosen it for its rent by the hour
And the lack of interest in its activity as told by the stench of old sex sour
A sob too much might become a wailful moan
But it not…an interrupt he shant condone
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty with those lil titties
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty more the so with glitties
She wishes to cooperate none does she!
Well if a bitch she has decided to be
The staggered glass of the bottomless bottle he brought to the middle of Annie’s face
Shattering, strewing, gnashing until her uniqueness had been shredded to not a trace
Emanuel’s anger keened like the tip of a honed epee
I will make her understand that her master is me…ME!!!
Annie, just looking to make some quick cash
With a little nod and a flicker of her eyelash
Not a muscle nor gave a breath of defy
Still and broken beyond her life did lie
As Emanuel from his straddle to beside her did he dash
Gleefully whispering over and over “ash to ash”
With all his might around her meaty areole his teeth did become entrenched
Driven by the hunger than never quenched
for blood woven in mother’s milk;
an acrid concoction that coats his throat as if a cloak of silk
Freed from its nestled spot with merciless gnash and then wrenched
Relishing in the warmth of the moist while choking on the blood and milk his mouth in was drenched
He spit out the fleshy round as it still had some perk quickly leaving from life’s lack
Into a pickle jar half filled with shellac
Delighting in the bob and twirl that made his mind gleefully applaud and twitter
Then he pulled it out to add from his little crafter’s bag sparkle and glitter
He lets it dry for a moment on the flattened head of a belt buckle’s back
Then Emanuel placed his prize in his burgundy velveteen sack.
Sting does the bleach as he cleans his face, toes, hands, chest and armpits
Once dried and prize in hand with indifference to the room’s liquid decor tacky he splits
Though all the evidence of his deed is strewn in a large mess
Who Emanuel is and will be next gives clue even the less
So that every weekend Emanuel in a different town sits
Showing all his hand fashioned glitz
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty with those lil titties
Pretty pretty lil kitties
Pretty pretty more the so with glitties