In front of temple
Females stand in a queue
Carrying a tray
With a milk packet and vermilion
To touch a phallus
Encircled by a vagina,
Splattered red with vermilion,
Ejaculated milk dripping down the drain
No they shouldn’t have talked
Such impure things
While standing in the queue
They wouldn’t have been on a run
Had they not disparaged the temple
With their talk of menstruation and birth control