(To a Succubus) An Ode is Owed

Your every curve
Makes me to swerve,
And though you know
I live to serve,
I pray I do not
Lose my nerve
Ere I attain
What I deserve.

For I am sure
That your allure
Will leave me gasping
On the floor.
Eternity
Outside your door
I'll wait, and ever
Beg for more.

I take no thought
Of what is what,
Considering
It can't be bought.
I'll gladly do
As I was taught,
In hopes this fair one
Can be caught.

Please...give till it hurts

The God Blob cometh
And cometh right soon
Bubbling like the contents
Of an old spittoon

This is Canu Baraksson for Rick-itis. You know, friends, a lot of people suffer from this dread ailment, people that you may pass on the street every day. Yes, they look as though they've got it all together...suave, sophisticated, even handsome...yet they can't string two words together to save their souls. Your generous donations now could make all the difference. Please...give till it hurts. Send your pledge now to:

The Rick-itis Foundation
c/o Canu Baraksson
The Dark Hall of Barak
Mernac Underworld