Saturday, July 23, 2016

Alien Elite

No need to let
the freak flag fly;
the deadliest of men
stride by in bow ties.

Ladies replete
with bared skin and ink,
lethal beauty
that drives men to drink.

No fearful tales
cloud our minds,
no lies to sow misery
can bind our kind.

Hands too busy doing
to clasp in prayer.
Don’t promise us Heaven;
we’ve made ours here.

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