after hours in the city
horny drones march up and down in self-pity
looking for a diner or pizza joint
staring stubbornly into the great unknown
with genuine hope to get anonymously blown
in a place within reach of public transportation
anything anywhere except to wake up alone
with no source of romance outside of slow masturbation

waiting for the rags of rape and plunder
to shed themselves quietly with the dawn of old age
taking with them the leftovers of the freudian rage
leaving a possibility of contentment in a fresh cigar
searching in a spiral for the place i parked her car

there will only be one kingdom that i as a man will rule
living life under the flag of freedom is living like a god damn fool