Hello… Hell is lo
Good be everything
You have knocked at my door
How can I be of service?
I want to give you more
My name is Drogajinn
Please won’t you come in
I can pour you a glass of gin
We can talk about anything you want while you’re sippin’
Ah, yes
Have a seat
Tell me your story
Let us meet
Would you like something to eat?
I bet you would
You look like you could
As big as you are
It’s clear you love food
Look around you an unlimited supply
Stuff that hole under your nose
I will help you die
Aww you feel offended
Stop your bitchin’
You came to my home
Let’s go into my kitchen
To be honest my home is more like a lab
Anything you could dream of overindulging in
That’s what I have
Yeeesss, sit here and eat
Take all you can horde
What this?
Do I hear another knock at the door?
Let’s see who it is
More! More! More!
Hell is lo there my friend
Please do come in
You appear to be anxious
On me, you can depend
Come upstairs to my room
I can take you to that end
Sit down here on my bed
Here is some cooked cocaine and a pen
Take this jar of white rocks
Smoke until your mind bends
What now? What is that look on your face?
Si, Si indulge
Meet your fate
You knew where you were when you entered my gates
Go ahead, get smoking
You know you can’t wait
As you probably have already guessed
I am a Jinn, a demon
I know my destiny
I don’t do things like stress
Oh, son of Adam
Will you ever learn
Addiction is the easiest way to trap you
In my fist, tight and firm
If you can escape my grip
Faith and belief in yourself you will have earned
Until then, if it ever happens
You will be closed in
Jailed by my trappings
Pathetic and hopeless is how I will keep you
Those who linger in my home too long
Alive, leave very few
Hmmmm, another knock at the door?
Fresh for the picking
More meat?
New?
Lo there!
I could not wait to see you
I can see in your eyes
You want me too
Not as in two inches but rather eleven or twelve
You know the loins I possess can take you
To heaven
To hell
Deep inside your pussy
Is where you want me to dwell
You love that feeling
Face flushed with blood
The back of your skull tingling
You don’t want to be loved
You want a smash without meaning
A rams head steadily into the deepest parts
Oooooooooo
You love to fuck and I can’t get enough of you
Look ya’ll she walks inside my home like she owns the place
She wants me to enter every hole
Her mouth, her ass, her face.
Everyone thinks she’s a whore
But I know what it is
Her cunt screams at her all day long
More, more, more!
They only want one thing from me
The rest of me abhorred
I am what I am
Created to be
Exist, be me
I need no lure
So if there is some Thing that you enjoy
Some Thing you are looking for
Just knock at my door
I have just what you need
More, more, more!
About the Creator
N'jeri Binta
I am a soul happy artist, and writer.
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