Among the Ruins of Arius

Bastard prose falls like a tumbleweed
 

Pornographic material sits on the kitchen table
Sinister eyes marry my weight
Measuring the perfect glass between the plate
I hate I hate I hate
Passionate bursts in fumigating pages
I burnt Aliester enraged at his disguise
that dude actually had a fun time

and the Saints of the ages
because they were pathetic in their attempts
To outwit me when I know I'm right.

I cursed the local bar because they wouldn't serve me beer

I feel like a stranger here.