When the perverts came to town,
the town's people were uneasy, at first.
But they were a tolerant people
and willing to try new things.
The perverts were obnoxious and brash,
and a little bit naughty. In truth,
the perverts spoke to a majority
of the town's people's secret heart.
And everything was okay, at least for a little while.
The perverts got to do their perverted things,
while the town's people experienced
a vicarious thrill.
Except there is no restraint
when it comes to perverts.
Left unchecked, the perverts' perversions grew
like an opportunistic disease.
The town became divided as to what to do.
Should they stop this cavalcade of perverted acts?
Or should they let it run its course
and see where it leads?
And while the town was deciding,
the perverts infiltrated every once respectful
institution, and perverted their purpose
or eliminated them altogether.
The perverts worked quickly, tirelessly,
for perversion takes a lot of effort.
The faster they moved,
the less likely they could be stopped.
Those who didn't go along were forced out,
left to wander the streets at night,
which was illegal now,
along with gatherings by rival groups.
Signs of perversion were erected everywhere,
on building facades and street corners.
Soon the town was unrecognizable
to those who still remembered what it once was.
People began disappearing one by one,
and no one knew what happened to them.
Only perverts were allowed out at night.
Sometimes gunshots were heard out in the forest.
When the perverts came to town,
the town's people were uneasy, at first.
But they were a tolerant people
and willing to try new things.
Now, things like conform and comply
have replaced things like honesty and truth,
and the town's people scratch their heads and wonder
how this could have happened.
-- Kurt Newton's work has appeared in APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL, God's Cruel Joke, Punk Noir and Urban Pigs. His latest poetry collection, Moonlight Apocrypha, was recently published by Island of Wak-Wak.
