FAERY WRITING (a self-parody)

Here comes that awkward beauty thing 
pissing poetry once more with wings!
Tongue tied, stimuli!
A land of voluntary slaves and power play
talking with fangs, hand and finger tips
sick! sick! sick!
compositions deliciously twisted and divine 
whimsical liaisons, with characters so odd
sinister and yet enchanting still.
Fleeting affairs documented with romance! romance! 
this peculiar temptress gazing...
seething with drama and pompous and impatience and lust 
arched eyebrow alabaster, 
Bastards! Freaks! and lowmen rise against
aristocrats with crumpets and squid, time and time again 
with their immerciful flesh of excess, gurgling greed 
obesity and thoughts purging from these spitting lips 
my dear, my dear what do you fear
am I the one you fear the most?
Dare you say you know the words before they come? 
Let us scream the words that no one dare say 
Like penis and Jesus! Genius! sinfully dangerous words, are they? 
Do you know what lurks in the mind and imagination of I? of I? 
supposed sin and Anything it pleases, growling 
delectably sarcastic, Who me? not I? not this faery writing 
Verse and word wailing and bursting through this 
pressure cooker! 
drowning in my own humor I exclaim:
Like a chicken that has flown the coop, 
I cluck because I can!