Sweaterpants for Christ!
Dreamed 2011/6/30 by Wayan
I want to date. Better dress like a guy.
But when I was small, Mom told a lie.
"Girls love boys who dress and act femme."
Well, she did. Even nowadays when
But my girldar's whirly. I grab a huge knit
sweater from my mom's house, but it
had to be stolen from Fee Fo Femme.
Birdlike Mom never could have worn it.
Pull the yarnarms o'er pink toes
baggy harempants. Then I
each sweatarm in a longstripe
My calves Popeye in overlap
I struggle endlessly to
like a babygangsta. But as I
through that birthdilated neck
But see, I met Jesus once
and He enthusiastically cried
"I LOVE baggy harem pants!
Though they are awkward when
you're getting crucified."
And unlike Mom, He never lied.
NOTES IN THE MORNING
Am I too big for my britches? Sin o' pride?
Jesus and Gandhi wore diapers wide!
Mom's real ideal for me? Not femme, but
True, on dates a martyr's not
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