Love Is the Old Illegal, Love Is the New City Wide Ban.

Magical Malediction of Exasperated Want, Passion Fruit splayed Eyes of the World Are Cumming For Christmas Charcoals And Incinerated House Hold Pets (Under Trees.) Have you Gotten your Ticket Yet? Don’t want to be left out In the cold cold Ugliness, Now Would’ ya? Fragile, So Don’t try and Get away, I’m Quite sure your legs and Arms and Dainty Bits Would Chip like Glass and Bullets Dance Or Truth be Told And Told in Crass, You’d m()uck And m()uck Your Last ‘n Chance. “Boys jacking off in school toilets, by sight, know each other as agents of Galaxy X.” But do you know? And know it slow? Oh Honey face. Snapped room and strangely Flat, Mangled inhuman Waiters of poison Smut. Gather Round Serving part and rest-stopTrays, Of, Larceny as The New Citizen. Violation of the Sanitary Code, Squealing Certified doorways Lead to Crack (But not the Crack you Might think I’m talking of) The Kind that Hides and Peaks, The Kind that Speaks and Speaks, Oh, Of! and About! Those Long and Magical Maledictions Of Exasperated Want. Like Subtle brown Hairs, Revealed in harsh and Unforgiving Fluorescent Light, And in short, As you mother might say, -I am The Hero- -You Hate- -thend-