Mask Poem by Naveed Akram

Matey with masks of a standard
You are a mass of ugliness, with mascara
I put swords to the throat in this order
Offering you neutrons so nervous
A full nelson is about my perversity
What is this premonition?
Matey with the requisites of strength
I am a superfluous nature in my words
Preparation read, my art devils in laughter
Of your eyelashes all the way
Skirmishes resolve afterwards
To be me afterwards