Sequestered
Perhaps addicted
To the temperament
Of the others
Without the lumps
The accidental bumps
Covering their forehead
Hidden territories
I have discovered
Stampeded
Served lust to
In this mechanical age
I am ageist
Dialling in to the
Forefront of aesthetics
I sought out the ideal
The dictating lover
Maligned cupboard
The draw of temptation
That halted this
Secret inebriation
Where ugly men hibernate
And I reside.
