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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