but you all want my blood, pus
and smegma

fuck you, i'm writing
children's books
and falsifying history
so that legends
will grow like
maps in the moss
and truth found
dead, ends
and means
encircle each other
and make love before
cutting eachother to ribbons
in an inner sanctum
cock fight
of futuristic proportions.

who will steal your children when i am gone?

they will wither and die indoors.