Dear Temporary Nightstick, you amuse
Me with you arcs, candle welding
On blood stains, nights of blossomed
Resistance, your mood flaws me into
Believing a society can be shelved behind
The corrugated.
With care we can get back to
Surgery and coagulate, dear your shadow
It’s pulimanting on the street again
Shiver it breeds a shiv to the prison gates
See it does.
Also, the fomenting resistance
You twirled from the footpath met
With unfortunate social equalities again,
See that you find a match for that skull dent.
Yours,
Pistol Privilege
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