I have to get my hair dyed blonde

Put radiant serum on my face;

My nails need varnish like this chair

Right now they are a deep disgrace.

My feet are hidden by my boots.

I washed my neck and cleaned my teeth.

The cat is here and torments me

He wants to go to Hampstead Heath

Like men he doesn’t understand

Being female  makes demands.

Yet also, on the other hand,

I could change gender by command.

Then I could cut  all my hair off

Go to bed , be cleanserless.

Look awful when I’m feeling rough

Get praised for signs of tenderness.

Yet I would have to compete then

And fight off lots of other men.

And being shy is tough as when

A woman ignores you and your pen.

And even if one succumbs to charm

And lies all beauteous in your arms

You must be careful to keep calm

Seem manful when you feel alarm,

If  she’s  had lovers  forty six,

Does she expect you’ll know their tricks?

Or will   you find that you just click

All she wants is a face lick.

For you can cleanse her make up off

Is it poison, is it tough?

Look at her big powder puff.

Don’t inhale,it isn’t  snuff.

The strangeness of this form of verse

While it helps one to converse

It’s hard to end when it gets worse

And hence I must be very terse.

Death is better than life

There’s an alien in my garden

Something has grownwithout my permission

It’s a cherry tree although it may call itself an asylum seeker

Or maybe a refugee

There’s an alien in my garden but it can’t be blamed. Because someone threw down a seed which found the soil perfect

And what should a seed do?

I think we need to bring in the idea of abortion..

Nothing should grow without human permission

Death should be more important than life. 

Death should be the main thing..here’s an alien in my garden but I might like it. Am I allowed this pleasure? had better abort it

Abortion should be the main thing not life..

Then we can live in the deserts of our hearts

We had better make the garden  safe by filling it with mines.

Then we’ll all die and that will be an end to asylum seekers and heroes and seeds growing where they choose

You can’t help feeling that we love death more than life

There are  few free places left where the human race is not meddling.

Where Grace might be found

Getting a new prime minister might help

No on second thoughts just abort kill