Laughing Boys

Have you met the laughing boys?
those who flirt and walk a smile,
original bite-and-scratch toys,
who mock you with their guile.
they haunt the fringes of law,
this flock of beatified bitches,
parry and thrust, blood to draw
inflict their lingering itches.

Time moves on and soon they age,
in the passing interval become,
a parody of their youthful rage
with a bitterness no one can plumb.
bitches hound themselves as catch,
with the itch they cannot scratch.