They weren't supposed to want
as the kingdom soon became
restless and unnerving
while injustice stoked the flames.

Feeble aged relics
stitched their patches to everything
while the possessions of the poor
sold well at auction every spring.

Streamlined hip parades
feel like dust against our skin
holding legs against the bulkhead
penetrating harder into sin.

Silk and lace cover nothing
as the pretending do pretend
and their panting keeps us shooting
for the targets they defend.

Influencing our art
we try to draw and sing about you all
and it never comes out as perfect
as when you're pressed against the wall.

A dream-state with dictatorship eyeliner
milked for evidence and pleasure
far beyond the shadow of no doubt
presses against her wound in the night.

We awoke inside the mineshaft
as the Captain made his rounds
and I'd soon rather roll you off me
than be caught up inside your sounds.

Due to the simple and underlying fact
that I saw your real I.D.
and I can't afford the jail time
she felt much older than 17.

04/02/2014