the ladies auxiliary
don’t school me by the ankle socks
here my chin whiskers leaning in
for lopping brushing on the peter pan
of the collar much too more the dessert
woman
than a statement hair this
tired old consciousness the thing
is gunna lap me all lined up
on the top oval like the start of that
fucking futile cross-country it gave me
asthma and it never did rate fitness
curriculum stamped me
like a letter return to sender
so here I am and
what you gunna do
with me now eh
all the better to gobble you up
ReplyDeletemake mine a nenish tart
so sweeeeeet
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ReplyDeletethey knit with sharp needles
but somehow I don't think
they're the ladies auxiliary