The Scapegoat

Your Dad is bad, your Mum is mad,Your brothers all run wild,And you were born with feet of horn,For you are Satan’s child.The fairies stole your soul at birthAnd stashed it God-knows-where.You are the wretched of the earth,Past pity and past care.The fairies stole away your soulAnd smashed it on . . . . Continue Reading »