All you idolators--
we will begin
the pious riots and thick picket ticks!
rickety fences picked clean.
And to the idols and idled:;
to porcelain embryos
and porous memories
I leave the PAPER SHACKS]
our treeless soil.
the surgeons!
injecting, fermenting, cementing
DEMENTING
our mirrors. why
not
skinny teeth and chapped lips why
perky tits and tundra smiles.?
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