Ride Me!

His quacks
echoes in hell
this dark fowl of blackest desires
who was once Donald's brother,
but gave over
to evil lure
possessed by spell
of Satan's duck pond.

Now his demon curse from
sits silently in this park,
waiting for innocence's to arrive,
climb upon his back
where his vile sway
will softly seduce
with voices speaking
while a child rocks back and forth,
until they keep riding and sneering
as his tempting voice corrupts.

Mothers never suspecting a thing
going nuts from rooms that never get cleaned
or toilet seats boys leave up,
little eyes with leering gazes
looking into mirrors
admiring horns only they can see.