poem the 9th

[concretekiss]

Waxing Dorothy Parker

bring them great furious tigers to break
& bearskin backside-lined beds
bloody-horned beasts to wrangle & stake
& roaring Goliaths to behead

bedeck them in satins & badge their fine breasts
for occasions so noble & thrilling
a spangled new trophy for each concurred pest
bright sequin for every new killing

but spare them oh please from a monster so grave
that its name, some can scarcely speak of
so grizzly it yellows hearts touted most brave
no nothing's so terrible as love