Obnoxious and distraught
Var was small
and Var was late.
Johnny was tall
Johnny thought it fate
He took tiny Var
by her small skirt
He had been nice and had spoken
his polite offers in between,
broken.
Var was small
Var was late
Johnny was tall
Johnny wanted a mate
He tugged in the brawl
She screamed to break his hold
A tall demon
who got off on hate
A small victim
of nine years old
But Var was small
Var is tall
Var had grown
Johnny still didn't taste good.
Blood was better than semen,
she had been told,
once after a noon.
Raped, beaten, and sold.
His head wouldn't raise
Old bones; Can't fold
Youth and mistakes; escapades.
She slit across his neck,
Turning the appliance to herself shortly after.