et tu et tu et tu

"i'm not a lady" she asserted, downing the last dregs
    in the tallboy can crumpling und'er hand,
hoodie hidden, cotton lump, bluejeaned legs
   Und'er ancient face floated, contraband.

tawny true, "did you see where i left it" upon
   table return, dance floor newly shined,
alluding to a beer "ya finished" said ugly swan,
   canoe-tippy ambiance, pub house grime.

      vending machines take a quarter fer3 nuts
      no bathroom doors just places for butts
no way get cut off the help is all mutts
karaoke nite silicon valley            tutt-tutts

   i'm not a gentleman, gentile or well washed
   don't ya stare  rhino plastic  nonchalance


12-17-17