Saturday
The Enemy
"In abundance of iniquity, many loves wax cold" -
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllChrist
I/we/you/they turn to enemy:
microbes chew the teeth
in nights in winds
in time of the breaking of hymens
in the infamous dens
with the infamous denizens
a judgement from's guts
the dirty man of Europe
loin to loin
and knee
a vindictive 'fuck you' officialdom
"a cry for more money by MI5"
God's fingerprint on things
210
I would have you believe that you're a scoundrel
an imposter
here's my card
I eat on you
I shit doubt
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