Beastly Pleasures Poem by Soufiane Fouzi

You're a marble of deceit
Preying on sleeping sheep
You grin from ear to ear
As you carry out your dirty deed
In pursuit of Beastly Pleasures

You know no good from bad
a blackbird of impulse and desire
Your blade sits you on a dummy throne,
Silences the howls, paints the blonde red
Fulfills your Beastly Pleasures

You cast a dark cloud on every street
Shake the heart of walking souls
Turn their smiles into scowls
A momentary resident in their minds
Seeker of Beastly Pleasures