for some stupid reason,
i liked him cause he had naota-face.
though entirely dishonest, i detach
from him, smitten by a flat affect,
aggro’d by a libertine’s gibbering,
hunted like fucking theme from pinata-
accompanied by a public shaming
ending in a hell of a surprise,
bolstering my patriarchy-blaming-
good job! take down two at a time:
the twin pillars of gender-crime,
polarities completely intertwined.