the tongues of the young ones
hold guns at nuns in the sunshine
unwinding the twine I find folks tryin’
to be kind with no mind to station
in a nation of free mason determination
I ration my subjugation while indoctrinating
all involved in the situation
meanwhile, contemplating the aggravation
due to lack of communication and the infestation
of democratic non-utilization with my proletariat
upbringing encouraging me to parrot the derelict
inherent bliss of my parental units while ******* in a river
the law giver’s deliver quivering shivers eating liver
near the monument built to remember
what never is reveled in the benevolent morning
snoring by now, I am sure
the reader (you) looks for purity in poetry
while I offer only fodder
….sure, it’s clever…  –