A free short story about anarchist unicorns dealing with opioids, immigration, and the Bible

A few years ago, my Clarion classmates and I were joking around about the tendency of "-punk" suffixes as a weird genre descriptor that, while useful, has nothing to do with punk. Someone tossed out the idea of "unicornpunk," and I quickly whipped this opening paragraph as an example of the genre:

Glitterpiss had passed out in the back of a dilapidated rickshaw with a pair of shit-stained boxer briefs hanging off her rainbow horn.