these dancing pigs escort each other in a sweaty sashay up a forget road. it's broad daylight. brash and brazen they tango across lanes, ever so often flashing a light or sounding an indecent siren. these secret lovers hide down dark roads, they emerge only to arrest and harass then sink away. they're voyeurs and saviors and criminals.
locked up, thrown away, arrested. i've been in a 400 square foot cell these summer months. i've forget myself and spent the days gazing at a fourty eight star'd flag. old glory, old glorified.
