By Emilee Petersmark

Well, okay

I'll bow for you,

Turn the other cheek

To be gaily branded.

Shall I smile and dance as well,

Slip on the rug

If it would please you?

Tell jokes until you

Bust a gut and become a mess--

Or maybe I'll just lay down

And die

so you can use my face

to wipe your dainty toes...