Writing from the stemistry lab
Sex ban
by Stevie Ronnie
There are too many children you see.
Last week alone the births outweighed
the murders. Child on child crime
is rife; we all carry knives and
the etiquette of concealment is dead.
At the end of the day we’re fabricants
and it will only serve to calm us down.
At least somebody will be in control.
Approaching midnight. The roads.
I’m exhausted with satisfaction.
The world glows with all the energy
of a whole in the cosmos. And yes,
my sweet stranger, there is time yet
before we all become criminals.