Images from a London bus     lovers covered

in their own blood     their blouses stained maroon

their faces swollen and split because they refused

to kiss each other for the pleasure of teenage boys

this is an epidemic     the treatment of the world

like a copy of Grand Theft Auto or a clip from

PornHub     as if men can do anything we want

for an orgasm and in the afterglow the universe

will yell Cut! and everyone will wipe off and kiss

each other’s cheeks and take their paychecks

and share a few drinks at the pub     as if the

possession of a cock is all the excuse you’ll ever need

when really you are nothing but dirt-covered

jackbooted testosterone cunts     harvested from

endless orchards of damaged conceited penises

empty vessels of flaccid flesh      eight-bit broken

pixels left at the bottom of a garbage dump

soaked in dog piss and acid rain     leeching

into the sewers     poisoning the water supply

filling the gene pool with dead beetles and scum