Angel Sale

by Irfan Baig

Come by in droves and see my angels sell,
Themselves to you,
They're all cheaper than everyone else,
That's because they're good,
You don't even have to feed them much,
They'll feed you, Slapped away their bright-eyed ness,
Their chastity bruised
Come by black and blue,
This angel's good,
I would buy myself if I ever could,
Holy prostitutes,
So righteously confused,
Shot dead again and again after they've all been used.