the said poem.

You asked for it.

And...Oh, geez. It looks so much different with the formatting Word gives it, but I'm not going to change the spacing... because it takes too much time and usually doesn't even work right:

PHARISEES

Starched-tight spleen-wads lined UP stones, carved by Masons, in order

to keep inside and out those

who would bother to STAND out. As such,

androgynous SpOtS could have signified the

SEX–where there were both. AND all of those stiffs:

Cigar-sucking, leather-chair hoarding, locking-briefcases with

key-pads or fingerPRINTS, begged the office of CITIZENSHIP, a PoweR

of eyebrow-crunching dissidents,

to let those poor

Plutocrats, themselves, frEE from delegating to–& voting against HERMAPHRODITES,

or anyone else

“confused about gender.” They themselves

took

visceral haste (steps) to conceal all journalistic accounts

& diaries on their (own) Wet

dreams with such spotted beings. “They are beings, right?”

(due to poverty and plutocratic force)

Both erotically, beings, though many abstain (carrot)

and

also

mythologized beings... of an

unaccounted-for-citizenship.