Tighten up while you spit on me

I sit on the last cigarette because I smoked the chair

that held all matter I circumscribed to feel

and when I do what I do I don't think about ruse

although your solidified blondness may assume otherwise

be my guest, blue eyes, no more am I paralysed,

even if with the statement I refute the object

and the fact might crucify the concept

in its utterance, princess.

So go fight feuds with the Napoleonic empire of oven mits -

I decline the arbitrary with frantic idleness

and if you step on my stones I'll fester your soil

with the verve of Homer and despot vindication,

my disinterest in your humor only matches the scene

of contemplative demeanor I can so well scheme

to lure all my opponents and your own audience in,

and to be frank - oh this you must like, I dare assume

this is what you got, this positively is your beef

that I steal your sunlight, that which you have created

with your disparate compatriot and flair, and famine

but worry not! my aim is without any such implication

I don't declare in any given instant to have an opinion

I punch in, I punch out, I remain a faithful stallion

and I don't wanna beat the haystack out of its content

I just wish to bite the onion and perform prognosis.

Mrs G don't push me for I ain't your brethren

and even swimming pool eyes nurture a flawed temper

that reflects love, loss, and a past, modest,

sinking beneath the chrome ice surface

and with all the carats that your face instills

still there is a raucous laugh that pierces the elegance;

adored child who dispossessed the reverence

do not tamper with your beauty's jest,

for, rest assured, it shall not fade -

such glorious traits indeed have only death's might to concede,

but let me ask you only this:

with what you have, would you not rather dismiss

this dominion of yours, always shared, never owned

and the tedious tantrums of that husband of yours?

And, farce, tis but a reflection

of the circular motions of female condition -

we are what we are, and risking otherwise is stupid

so we try to segment our dreams and woefully plant them

in the poisoned allotment of our neighbor's garden.