FOREWORD: Because I could not understand the mystery, I found myself ranting. (This is too terrible to attach to the previous poem, but I reckon it made me feel better.)

THE FUCKERS

No!

What does one think
of receiving such things?

It must be those bastards…
…the bastards upstairs!

No doubt: it is Them
with a message in mind;
proclaiming their physical prowess
in bed,

explaining the packets of condoms you find
are athletically used for a threesome
in bed –

In bed with whom?

With their girlfriends,
their boyfriends, maybe
each other?

You fuckers…

one mutters,
chucking with care

three packets of condoms.