FrontierlandAdventurelandTomorrowlandSoaplandEuphemisms brimming with cutenessBrimming with imagined delightsLittle piles of salt, folded paperGuard the door, a whispered curseNo fakku, no fakkuThe front desk scoldsAscribing unseemly lusts to the unclean heathenHope shines like through a barely open doorAlas, the manager appearsIntones the once-stinging refrainNow merely a slap on numb fleshGaijin dame, gaijin dameA priest exorcising demonsA talisman held at arm's lengthNo foreignersWe don't want your kind hereNo shoulder to cry onNo sympathetic earWhy would you want that anyway?That's not for youThat's not for people like you
April is National Poetry Writing Month
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