A response to the censors

Perhaps Moctezuma is in love
he's bought a bundle of roses
written a card rhymed you with
true. And ever blue. His wrists

bleed and he's on his knees--sweat
pours out, his hair is grease
they want bubble gum, taco bell,
SUVs. they tell me

what I shouldn't say. I turn these
roses into pokers and Canterbury up!