The Queen of Filth

The Queen of Filth

The Queen of Filth is what I am
With my filthy frightgown
I ain’t into glam
Just give me a bowl

filled with soup of pea
And I’ll do a back-bend

and puke will flow like the sea
My skin is crusted

full of sores that ooze
My frock filled with stains

of yellow and green hues
Beauty at its finest
“Hideous” Did I hear you say?
Just look into my eyes!

and soon YOU will be rotted and gray!