blessed be the pure of mind <br />who will turn a blind eye <br />to the poetic forms of porn <br />written by <br />pigs that can’t fly <br />yet believing they can <br />they write <br />extremely bad poetry <br />about swine <br />who hate women, <br />or men <br />who like little children <br />a little too much; <br />suidae who dress up in heels <br />like drag queens with even toes <br />and slop around the house <br />exposing themselves <br />to the neighbors <br />in bay windows <br />claiming perversion <br />to be an art form <br />they express <br />with lipstick smears <br />and bloody napkins <br />of sperm and DNA <br />we collect it as evidence <br />on glass slides <br />crimes committed <br />put never prosecuted <br />expunged from the record <br />to protect the innocent <br />and the guilty <br />we take their picture <br />and post it on black velvet <br />to be sold in the market <br />along with the spoiled fish <br />with smelly flesh and clouded eyes…. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-all-claim-to-love-poetry/
