WEREWOLF SLUT is a ferociously fiery novella/poem--an approximate 60 pages of elegant poetry; moreover, in 2011 it made the top 100 itunes chart for horror books in England. Now, let's get to it. The pics above are of the book cover and of the poet during his 16th year when he (me) originally architected the idea of the poem. Here is a brief synopsis, and remember--now available on Apple iTunes as well as the Nook, and in non-digital form, available on Amazon.Com, Barnes and Noble.Com; plus, all Internet bookstores--here's a link to purchase it: WEREWOLF SLUT BUY!
Winter Beachgrove is a teenage girl,
Blossoming with cupcake cleavage and long, tan legs galore;
Specifically, she is a fabulous suburn chick,
Strutting through her high school hallways, making stiff many a prick;
Alas, an insidious entity; specifically, a fallen angel
Infiltrates her corporeal aspects by way of wending through her navel;
Thus begins the transformation
That is adolescence plagued by the werewolf nation--
Winter Beachgrove morphs into monstrous delight
Armed with fangs, fur, and fright;
Indeed, she decapitates and murders teenage boys
After making love to them as if they're toys,
Whoring and drinking with a fervent ideal,
Which is the side-effect of being haunted by a demon's appeal;
Hence, young JELLY ROLL, a pre-pubescent poet does blast into action,
Arming himself with silver bullets and an angelic faction,
Invoking Saint Michael the arch-angel to drive out Winter's demon,
For she has become naughty and tainted with much semen;
Alas, Saint Michael, God's most uncanny enforcer,
Uses his mojo to Winter's demon torture--
It is a protracted battle and tongue in cheek fight,
All while oding to drugs, booze, and sex during this teenage plight,
For kids are throbbing with hormones and cell phones,
Dialing up booty calls and starbursting their horny bones;
Still, sublimity lurks within the digital pages
Since Winter's story is sung with the classicism of ancient sages;
Thus, this is a plot based on hot, teenage tail,
And how that shit doesn't with the Good God sail.
I adore all my readers, and will continue to craft the most scatalogical yet sublime prose for your eager and well-respected attention. Wussies beware . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
