TAUNTS
No one has muffled the sound of that
worldwide explosion being put
forth by dragons of logical lore :
candy-store fat ladies standing
around, cigarette-sucking sharpies
in dinner jackets and lapels.
The fag with the Pentel in his
front pocket, proclaiming
gladly how lustful he gets.
I want to wear their collar.
I want to eschew their
corollary conversions.
I wish to take part
in their (always
maniacal)
taunts.
No one has muffled the sound of that
worldwide explosion being put
forth by dragons of logical lore :
candy-store fat ladies standing
around, cigarette-sucking sharpies
in dinner jackets and lapels.
The fag with the Pentel in his
front pocket, proclaiming
gladly how lustful he gets.
I want to wear their collar.
I want to eschew their
corollary conversions.
I wish to take part
in their (always
maniacal)
taunts.
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