Soon, the extreme Puritan

will rub their hands in private glee,

it doesn’t end with a Victorian

painting being removed,

nor does it end well,

we are being judged for a laugh

we had that has now been forgotten,

except by those keeping score

and aren’t they just

doing the black and white dressed

authority figures of the past

justice, everything a crime, erased

and expunged, obliterated and left

in a bunker underground, growing feral,

becoming bitter,

till one day fashion dictates an innuendo,