I'm punching in
the last coordinates
so beware
the software
function
and steer the herd onto
the eternal shores
the milk white pearls
are strung around the
neck
of the matrilineal
queens
who prey on the
faithful
SQUARWK!
screamed the tranny furry
itching and scratching
sweating in their fur-lined
LIES
SCHIZOPHRENIC
degeneration
generation
cynics
who preach abstinence
yet fuck
our egos
with
THE NARRATIVE
eager boys dressed as
cowboys
their princess daughters
snarl and squirm
like witless snakes
Festival of Maya
where the costumes
turn to
turn to restraints
the asymmetric
wavelengths
grow still
and the fevers of
madness dreams grow
quaint and far away
the mistless dying land
the congregation quiet
the murmur disappears
their bubble words
meaningless from
existence
