what is that? I asked, thinking it looked like all that.
I think it is freckles, the amazing clown bat.
A clown bat? I had never heard of anything like this.
Is it a Mr. a Mrs. a Mz. or a miss?
It doesn’t matter because clown bat does not do pronoun.
Whatever you call him will to him sound profound.
He is not persnickety or picky, he is a friendly little clown.
You will rarely find a bat more down to earth in this town.
When I was a kid we watched with hearts aglow
and Snow White’s skin was always white as snow.
But all bossy and meaner
Snow White is now Latina
and heigh-ho heigh-ho it’s off to smirk they go!
Well the folks at Disney have changed it all since
and real dwarfs too offensive they try to convince.
Virtue signalling I see
that toxic masculinity
so sadly there’ll be no more kiss from a prince!
Written: March 2025
bleed'n ink
like a river
slithering
around mountains
through valleys
and over cliffs
gushing out
falling free
all the ink
that's in me
I urge
to bleed
personal possessive pronouns
in front of your name
and every endearment
personal possessive pronoun this
personal possessive pronoun that
personal possessive pronoun sweet...
personal possessive pronoun dear...
they all roll right off my keyboard
but they mean nothing
unless rolled right off my tongue
you aren't personal possessive pronoun
anything--yet
and I've hemorrhaged
a blood bank
over you
... yeah
true...
you've spilled vast quantities
over me, too
quite the ink bath
we're wading through
but
no personal possessive pronouns
start using them on me
I'll start using them on you
next thing you know
I'm on flights
with stuffed bunnies,
roses, chocolates, and daisies
believing in
happily ever after
so... no
personal possessive pronouns
not until we have
no more ink to bleed
but, oh,
how I want you
to be....
he we they thee she
pronouns used lavishly
I understand why we’re not limited to two
But when so many want a new one, what do we do?
Big Ben is a clock tower
Now and then it needs winding up,
so up he goes to the clock
a little man with a big key.
In 2013 Ben underwent a sex change
he is now called the 'Elizabeth Tower'
it's a cultural transgender Icon now.
When the little man winds her up
she goes off.
Sex is timeless.
Who asks such frivolity?
This is indeed a jollity!
Whom does he call when he’s sick?
A doctor or nurse will come quick!
Whose time do we waste looking?
I need to finish my cooking!
Which is the correct usage?
I cannot take that abusage!
Where are the others, What? When?
Back from whence they’ve already been!
Why express the obvious?
Contest is for the audience!
H has E; S has H and E; Y has O and U; W has E; T has H, E and Y.
the happy pronouns
who always stick together -
only I'm alone
We all slip up from time to time,
And small mistakes are usually fine.
If it’s once or twice then that’s okay,
But come on, please, not every day.
My old folks say they’re set in their ways,
Or that it won’t last long, it’s just a phase.
I try to ignore this old mentality,
But it’s not as easy in reality.
You fail to see how it gets me down,
When you don’t respect my gender pronoun.
If you made an effort to get it right,
That really would be half the fight.
It’s who I am, it’s my identity,
All I ask for is respect and dignity.
So bare in mind for future reference,
It’s She, not He, and that’s my preference.
What is Truth?
That old unanswered question.
I know when I'm telling a lie though.
I lie not. There I was
minding my own business,
making myself a complimentary cup of coffee
in the hotel lobby when
this man leaves his seat
and stands right next to me, glaring.
"Where is she?"
He wore a workman's knitted skull cap.
He pierced me with steely blue eyes.
He was tall and strongly built.
I was about to say "Who is she?"
but thought better of it.
He'd think I was questioning his judgment
in posing such a question.
"I've been looking for her over a year now."
I thought I should say something reassuring.
"Just wait a little. She'll soon be back."
"Who do you bloody well think you are?
What gives you the right to say such a thing?"
"Nothing personal," I blurted. "Nothing personal.
I took "she" to refer generically to all womankind."
I think it took him four seconds to ingest my words,
by which time I had vanished down a corridor.
Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly. The window in the furniture store has become quite alive. The chair is moving away from the table and the table leg is attempting to snare the chair but it isn't working. Oh such commentary of the wall clock. Standing proudly on the street. Admiring the sun clad people in shirts skirts and shorts. Ready for a little time in the waves. But waves are not wiry nor weaves. And a polish arriving is a main line attempt to break into a glamorous mermaid glass. And so it has a day in the country air to dash up and down. Chasing sticks. Sticks sticking salivating salty sprat of spray. But not in a yawn is a yard and no harsh hound is a hateful hasty hairbrush. But hairbreadth is said to be useful for a comb to attempt keep fit and therefore remain toned. Ha the undertones of an untamed unfathomable unicorn. Ha a beak of a silver cup chatting. Xxxx intoxication z z z z at nineteen peeled grape slices to zero ground driving drips. Z z z z z
How do we say “we” across the ages,
we jigsaw-pieces of a human fate?
As this man hoards, that one starves or rages.
How do we say “we” across the ages
of a history stumbling through its stages?
Here we are at eternity’s sheer gate,
trying to say “we” across the ages –
we jigsaw-pieces of a human fate.
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