The hostess of my

Surprise party pulled a dull

Rusty blade on me


Square shoes full of bees

Across the water floating

Gardens of the gods

When at home their rock

Darling wore my dresses and

Nightly peed in plants

He tried seduction

My face was in his afro

Which smelled like beignets

The new rule at work

Says we must smoke outside by

The tanks of diesel

Even pacifists

Can enjoy the pleasure of

Going commando

Those who have paid their

Debt to society are

No longer felons