Madwoman, Me?
She's come undone--her valium useless as mythical gods
She's come undone -- her inner shields a-crumble
Fumble. Do her up. She's come undone.
He fell apart -- his self-belief shattered by laughter and scorn
He fell apart -- his cri de cœur unheeded
He needed reassembly. He fell apart
We smell a rat -- its carapace festering under the stairs
We smell a rat -- its tiny farts do linger
They linger yet. Let's move. We smell a rat!
They have a dream -- their conjugal visits to be more often
They have a dream -- their lustings to be satisfied
Or ratified at least. They have a dream.
And one for all -- his musketeer bravado cuts a swathe
And one for all -- sword in hand he buckles his swash
Yet see his open fly. And one for all!
| Contributors: | F, Beefy, chaise, loaf, Kansas Sam, jm, Big Andy, dkb. |
| Poem finished: | 17th January 2004 by Anon.. |