the guntoting men go stalking women of kind I am
Without, beyond the orifices of this embodiment,
the guntoting men go stalking women of kind I am;
there is an as-long-as and an absence of 911,
an in-here where I Queer may the less appear
the EyeOfBullsEye. I shall not wait for Angels,
all busy, tushy, and OBoy a New Government meant
to without criminal intent
strangle this joy where I address in dress
my male the less, and what-is-more
from the core where's milk
seek bosom-company my sole and solitare ilk.
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