Absolute authority
Does not belong here
Prostitutes of parody
Will not be strong here

Carriers of castaways
Sink in the ocean
Farriers to Far Aways
Shrug off the notion

They don’t think it
Could ever possibly
Happen to them.
Eventually, it will.

Oh how creative
Oh how imperative
it is
Irreparable damage
Has already been done
In the homes
In the brothels
They hide from the sun

Time measures distance
Between now and then
A filthy-snow Christmas
I see at the end