my kind retard child

Quiet, he's gone to sleep the beast

my kind retard child,

he's delicate in his sleep.

I try my best to touch up

the dried cracks of semen,

let's not startle him—

but he's going to have to change his clothes.

I don't want to remind him

He's delicate in his sleep

my sweet, my sweet howling 

 howling beast