Horny yet forspent we muddle through
all at fours and at fives.
We feel rifled, we are mortgaged
Watching the battlesore rape of our wives
by media, men and the newly engaged.
conscripts under an army of what’s due,
worry and torment have pursued us
all the days of our lives:
mainly over trivia.
Money, things the usual militia
of detail – girls, property sexual disguise;
the army of possibilities that eschewed us.
