Villanelle: Grafitti Under the Bridge Below the Stations of the Cross

On the right side, DEVIATE,

on the left, Our dick’s not shit
Put that in our box to incubate!

“Incubate?” Why not say “intubate”
if you really want to murder it?
You have every right to deviate

from the expected path that fate
has sworn your affidavit—
cells in your box to incubate.

So what if you prevaricate
your life away and never stroke a tit?
You know you have the right to deviate.

And if your angel should expostulate,
your angel just must get over it.
Put that in your angel’s box to incubate!

Just a new way to hesitate,
be too tired, say the hell with it?
Our dick’s not shit, I tell you! DEVIATE!
Put that in our box to incubate!