watch the news, my darling angel, the blond has been removed; she can’t prosecute Him like he wanted. restless in the evening, spent by 10, not necessarily, with a little will-power and the bends slip right into your nightie, sug-ar and spice: the edible version of hard liquor and ice—praying for the break of day; then i’ll get some sleep, you think you need to live on the company you keep i see you looking sideways at me—what i’d give to win you over give Him a chance - go picking four leaf clover
why now, my darling angel, do you accuse?
your claim is bogus, and you are a flop
i ignore the grievance that you abuse,
i cannot help it if you cannot stop
full frontal nudity and the ticking of
the clock—let your mom get in between
the various seams that nobody can love,
save Him, your future husband, herein seen
wearing women’s clothing, a testament
of the divine, all that pain that you’re hiding
invalidated by your actions - you’re spent,
sister,
on the government we love: you look wonderful in make-up; “you look wonderful in drag,” i get my comeuppance from the good times we once had
camel’s holding water, camel toe in view
you play a dangerous game covering up
for yourself; little stinker in my purview—
you got red-eye whiskey in your cup
hoping that you’re drinking, since you claim
the love you hate, a masked man in the crowd
you wanted something you cannot tame,
look at johnny come lately, getting kind of loud
you cost a pretty penny—not doing so well
making awful music for the sake of being
bad, it was all a season a day in hell,
misreading the moment, lost my little fling
i need to punch His ticket no sex appeal
here—just a man and his parents, brought
up in the rear; rising up to close the deal
are these the panties, here, that you bought?