The Sensitive Girls

Oh: even when you run to the South of the city: there is danger!
For the North of the city shall enlarge and renew its CLAIM onto you
And the blonde lionesses with their leather-pleated dresses
Are in a state of shock and wonder
For the messianic complex has settled upon your forehead
As the lion does leap up the dew
Preacher’s at a cold wedding
PREACHER’S AT A STREET WEDDING
Laying down the shroud-like bedding:
But do you really love this place?
And your penchant for drugs shall ensure that you will always
Love this place
And your penchant for drugs shall surely end in something close to ruinous
You don’t need Cassandra to gaze over the edge
Deep-boned readers and community leaders all notice the stumble in your gait
Do you really love this place?
You don’t need Cassandra to gaze over the edge
But you do need to get yourself out of the doom of this zone;
For there is nothing mystic or storytelling about this zone