No wonder we hate him.
Mind did something unspeakable
To our underage eyes.
Turning
Innocent pink sunrises
into
backstabbing honeypots.
Sunsets into sugar daddies
with a creepy command
to hold some hand
before we punish by posting
to Instagram.
Jeffrey’s most despicable act:
reminding us
how we pedo ourselves:
look the other way,
as sweet, starry-eyed silence
is mounted
over and over, by a potbellied queue.
Suddenly, we remember who we are:
head-o-philes
pounding on the sex-doll of personhood,
crazy for a gaze
untouched
by honeypots and Instagrams,
a dawn, a dusk
that bears no resemblance to
the rusty bookends
of our aging, archetypal
Auschwitz.
~Hunter Reynolds
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