Virtuous Cadences–The Wrong Box

Baghdad.
Cherry tree in bloom.
Where once fell,
A pubic hair.

Intricacy abounds,
In this velvety corset,
Of doom.

The horse did bolt,
From the gated,
Field of drama.
The devil,
Was its whore.
God was dead.

Wipe away the tears,
Punch yourself,
In the bellhole.
You stupid cunt!