Soul-Daemon

Once upon a midday query, I browsed online, drunk but leery, Til the web then distracted, with its volumes of porn and gore. I started nodding, after fapping, when suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door. “’Tis some subjects,” I muttered, “tapping at my bedroom door. Only this and nothing more.” Hesitant to actually bother, I scratched my ass and began to ponder. Ponder if it was a whore, and if it was why wait anymore? After a shout I wondered no longer, I knew the voice that was yonder. T'was my worthless brother tapping, oh so gently he was rapping. Rapping at