you are a victim
of your own crime
so you told me many times
victim of the nuclear rain
chernobyl singed your hair
nagasaki your thighs
who stole your will to live?
the tooth fairy?
who stole your desire to
amend?
the robber barons?
don't rain on my parade
i bought you the flower shop
you stole the bagel store
we'll meet again at starbucks
to consummate this reckless
plot
boy meets brown-eyed girl
napalms his fragile soul
an american tragedy
story at 11
channel 10
i am your victim
a tragedy in the making
a thread caught on the zipper
window dressing
a car with the ignition on
heading for the ditch
past the tollbooth
of your weekend spending
sprees
i took a walk on the wildside
where the lesbian poetess
emasculates the teenage boys
before drowning them
on the shores of lesbos
you are a victim
a stoic soldier on the tarmac
who started the war?
and lost all the battles
the bamboo samurai
from katmandu?
i took a walk on the wild
side
where the eunuch soldiers
wear the long swords
of their forgotten campaigns
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