Please don't let me die
amid all these
heartless red cardinals,
brilliant and thrumming
vibrantly as dildos,
amnesiacally as dildos
in the erotogenic snow!
Mock Valentines!
They shake their asses
& tail feathers
only to remove
the ices and glances
of their solipsistic admirers.
I can't bear to watch
them grow younger
each hour, each year.
Tell them they are ugly,
with that ridiculous Trump hair
and ratty Art of the Deal
Rocky Mountain High
fucking on the wing they dare.
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