Oh dear I wonder if defeat will beat my will,

I’m falling down on my own accord and have forgotten how to kill,

Spilling my Chi inside of me getting wrapped up by another metaphysical suicide,

When their getting close and brisking my lack of sex, I smile and all the while stay a human,

Weary to use and take another muse, though he dresses like a queen, he makes my poetic anger real good and mean,

Is this goddess stepping out of my mind dressed for success or violent lesbian sex,

As the sword unsheathes I lean into the intrepid land of prickers and thistled crotches,

The ground grows cold and I grow old, and the lapse of life repeats,

So I was glad the rampage lasted long like the pretty gitty welts on yon bimbos back,

Take him if you want, I keep telling myself,

If the little gay window shuts I wouldn’t be happy with the doorways adorned with no smoking no dancing no fucking up signs.

I should get what I want…I told myself.