Royal Wedding Poem by Marton Dezso

I just might continue decomposing
the goat is my shepherd I shall not
be in need or vain was it you all


you scheemers gravediggers grave-
stone decorators you weepers in
the funeral procession of the queen


you babymakers fornicators soccer-
moms suffragettes you seed-posessed
maniacs of the reproductive cycle

as lost posessions giveaways floating
in the self-preserving filth of glory days
and holes surrounded by the utterly capable