Stormtroopers catcall "faggot"
from down the hall. They are resplendent
in their white epoxy, black joints
and angular helmets. They sing
their thoughts through my door,
and style themselves the Blood of God,
stoning us on the street
for fucking other men on two feet.
Or they kill an addict set up
by a Southern belle character assassin
as the one who screwed her son.
She jockeys her SUV
from soccer practice
to Munchausen-by-proxy.
Time for a beheading!
This one showed some ankle;
That one, a stray hair.
This one sleeps in infected bedding,
and that one just sits and stares.
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