"i'm not a lady" she asserted, downing the last dregs
in the tallboy can crumpling un'er hand,
hoodie hidden, cotton lump, bluejeaned legs
Un'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 fer 3 nuts
no bathroom doors just places for butts
no way get cut offt, 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
2017
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