can’t you ever just
for once fucking
come out and say
what you mean and
mean what you say?
do you even have a heart
under all those cries
of wolf, wolf, looking
for your Little Red
Riding Hood? or does a
clockwork ticker beat
itself to death inside
your Tik-Tok chest?
fee, fie, foe, fun. I
smell the blood
of a charlatan.
R. Brookes McKenzie 