Kerri Shying R #417 - the ladies auxiliary

the ladies auxiliary

don’t school me    by the ankle socks

here       my chin whiskers   leaning in

for lopping   brushing on the peter pan

of the collar     much too more the dessert

woman   than a statement hair   this

tired old consciousness   the thing

is gunna lap me    all lined up 

on the top oval   like the start of that

fucking futile cross-country   it gave me

asthma    and it never did rate fitness

curriculum  stamped me

like a letter     return to sender  

so   here I am and

what you gunna do

with me  now eh