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Here they come, the vigilante
to steal glances at our shared kiss
as they spray together in public
gallons of consecrated piss.
Here they are at a gathering
airing an endless roll
of senseless codes and conduct
which in life, is their only goal.
Even in a game of tennis
unsure of where to look
they ultimately settle for a skirt-
upon it a cover story they cook.
The vigilante never spares
a couple that holds hands
or ventures out on Valentine's;
love exists only in alien lands.
With not an ounce of shame left
they are here, there, everywhere
spend their miserable lives policing
preaching what to feel, think and wear.
much beyond their comprehension
is to tolerate, to include to accept
a peaceful amalgamation.