Pier Pressure

Pier Pressure

A Poem by Frank Winchester

This isn't gory piers is a Tory.


Pier Pressure

Morgan is his name, teens are his game

Satan is within him, he cannot be tame

Delicate red fingers seduce young skin

Stripping it from their body straight to the bin


Rob them of their virginity

Satan ain’t about that holy trinity

Pier into his eyes, surprise!

Young teens meet their demise


Cookie cutter, selection boxes

Piers Morgan puts kids on crosses

Destruction he leaves behind

66 gracious teens left blind


He wears a suit

And keeps the teens under his boot

However, one might find that it is a hoof

which he tramples the youth



Who could do such a thing to such innocent people

Piers Morgan high up in his towering steeple

Why you ask?

It is his task.


Piers Morgan is a nob ed.

© 2018 Frank Winchester

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Frank Winchester
this is good yes

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Added on September 22, 2018
Last Updated on September 22, 2018
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