try to make pretty sense
of the world marching to the beat
of squeaky enamor in horny
tunes of dissonance,
the chaos soothing...
a men's club and a
hair full of female undoing.
It wreaks the havoc of
a good coif and a teased bouffant,
we know they like the subduing
in an up-do tourniquet.
We linger in wait, as waifs
on a wharf of retching barf,
in submissive undoing
in the mission of a position.
Name me one female jazz musician,
respected in a man's nested nurture-
and I'll rest my casement.
Ah, brilliantly biting!
ReplyDeleteThanks Megan! Just trying my hand at synthesis (snarky barker is alive and well).
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