First, He Put Easy Cheese Cheeze Whiz Sharp Cheddar From a Can on All the Older Boys Jeans

he thought he was being funny/ the older boys were not amused/

what are you, ten/

yes/ that, too/

then/ he went outside and set up a tent/ then/ he went into the tent/

allow me to go all freudian on you/ dominance is a cause near death, grave men, who with the spectrum of ritual pieties, he has spread his jism, what jism he has, on top of the big boy’s pants, to subsequently climb into a very private place where as he sighs the big boys have arrived column by column seeking someone sexually prone to sacrifice for cuming on them ragged urchins all/

i would intervene but i am not the mass and majesty of the mommies of the world, but no/

i know this/

they will set him straight/

he has trespassed slaying tens of thousand along to road to rome/ but he has not slain them, and while he realizes it or not/ he needs them more than they need him/

which is where i do intervene/

you need him, too, i say/

you are responsible for embracing even yet the vaults, unloved, unwanted, he will secretly rejoice/ with his grim face on/ caught between wanting to be caught and wanting to be destroyed/ you need him because your midsummer darkness will fall on stones like blood/ you need him because that draws your angers under/ by punishment, by soldiers who will march him off like packages/ but put in boxes where so many of you have whipped yourselves long before the killing, you need him because your lifetimes later have by theft stole enough regret/