The Locust Your Mantel Disguised as a Psychic Sasquatch

The chicken bit it
The foreskin knew it
The sultry salesman worked to keep his high heels on.

Oh, the doors are talking
Oh, the sheets are stained
A fleshy bowl of nonsense says,
"Apparently a slut's been made!"
Why must the fortune teller
always do the dirty work?

It bit the chicken
The skin foresaw it
And sultry heels worked to keep the salesman high.

Can I touch your telepathic private parts?