pa justicia

i'm sorry

keep still in your tower

while the rest of the world

swallows bile and s***s poems,

love poems,

the worst kind,

because they're written with

the worst pangs in the heart

 

keep your enchantment elixir, sister

sell it to the

straight and narrows

who think truest intentions are the latest gimmick

for getting into your pvc pants

 

keep your goddamn pity chants

and sweet notihings

in the tip jar

i'll steal it later

slam it with lime and pink himalayan salt

your madness is something i taste with

experience and patience

 

if only i hadn't spent it last week at the casino instead