Sisters

Each spirit whispers like a softened snake,
“You know you’d rather be another soul,
A heroine who’s burning at the stake,
Or at the very least a silky pole
Dancer snorting up the lines of cocaine
Stuffed crudely in her g-string by a player.
You know you’d really rather have a stain
Of semen on your willing dress there where
The Oval Office Man gave his best shot,
Or be in saintly sultriness conferred
By sacrificing self-hood in the hot
Kolkata hospice where deaths just occurred.
..I hope you’re not a bland, aspiring fool
….Who’d settle just for being J-Lo cool.”

by phillipw | Dec 31, 2019 | MI, SE | 0 comments