An incision
A vision
De-matri-monic
A shaving and erasing
Of what was once wont
I cut off my hands
To make yours more useful,
The finished product of change
It shaves shaves shaves down
To thin erased veneer and
Shaves the heads of queer girls corrupted by an ill
Shakes the hand of a devil and
Shares the condemnation of Sodom and condoms, the pagan ritual of self-inflicted
Pain through temporal pleasures
The fake veneer
And somehow it's sane
Creates a sterile culture
And death awaits