Cotton Mather would find you
hard and joyless
you family doctor
would let you become paralyzed
after I crack open your head
with the log lady's log
take the bandana off your wrist
and use to keep your brains
from spilling out onto the asphalt
you'll see Caralee's skin there
Mike Hadreas
don't get used to this
your avenging angel's
battle cry
"QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!"
I don't know karate
but I know ka-razor
and before the tulip fades
you will look so dead zitted and surprised
that the shadow has extended to your
bashers grave
I just forgot what Jesus would do
but I remembered to wrap my tiny
hands around your mud boiled throat
Monsieur Hadreas
don't say you are used to it
your avenging angel's
battle cry
"QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!"
be good
inarticulate
and kissed
"QUEERS IS GIMPS TOO!"