Poetic Justice

I once had a boyfriend, a dick,
Who offered to show me a trick.
A pencil, a breast,
A saggy breast test!
That pencil wound straight up his prick.

Hockey

I've lost my man. I've lost my man!
But I know where to find him.

He's close, in fact, but oh, so far.
Holding his tears inside him.

Alas, my babe is burning up.
No comfort close to hide him.

My darling dear is Calgary born.
He should put hope behind him.

Power Surge

A terrible, wonderful thing, the woman,
Which inevitably, I am.

Joy and disgrace frame hot, labile rages,
Instinct has not yet evolved through the ages.

Laughing and snarling for unfathomed reasons.
But freedom's born from expressionist seasons.

A messy, luxurious time, the summons,
My intellect out on the lam.