Snaggle Tooth

Two sour-faced virgins  
lap at the wet mud  
beneath their feet    
and curse the    
snaggle-toothed gentry,    
all covered in scabs    
and boils  
and liver spots,    
fast asleep    
under the bridge    
wrapped in rags
on a starless night    
consumed with gas    
with spite    
 with sperm    
during a pandemic    
and brag about their purity.