Under Ground Poem by Catherine Jacobs

Sweating, panting, gasping, thrusting, pushing. Scratching shoving, she screams, grunts and groans... Oh lord why? Why me! Wet all over, sticky sweet sweat!

Tossing turning crying now, ha how, stammers she, twisting round to face thee, screams echo hollow space, but alas tis not the case!

If your mind was not a sin, you woldent have that grin! ,
Yes you I see, how you'd think she was taken by thee...

Taken she was, that I say, but not in the sweet seductive way!

The girl who screamed out her last, had finally passed.
When she saw the rotting corps at last!

She was buried alive, along with old rotten Franklin Hoberhive,
Dyeing for naught but a sick game,
Now put your face down in shame! !