We gonna need a microscope
to look into the diabolical ways
of the opposite so-called “fairer sex,”
and what exactly viled
her insufficient excuse of a heart
which, no doubt
escaped the bars of her ribcage
and is probably somewhere
catching a -6 degree below freezing temperature
We gonna need a microscope
to seek out the hope
we used to have for “love,”
and living happily ever after
the shit we now
look back on
with uncontrollable laughter
Not only because love is a jest
but we were diligently
on the straight and narrow
target on our chest
for cupid’s arrow
and lasses we fancied lioness…
… the other left me
at the door with the key
Man can be trash
some can be trash-cans
which forcefully stomach female faeces
they know nothing about
Its unpopular,
the minority report without the microscope.
Lionesses devoured our bones and marrow
for the perfect irony
We’re gonna need a microscope here
Peculiar’s heritage and dispensation
which is either lost or delayed
like a problematic pension pay-out
needs to be sought after.
The search is set
but Ph D himself
is ghosting around inanimately
like a vagabond spirit
and we can’t search
for PHD without Ph D himself in it
We need him front and centre
Unlike the letter he sent her
when he was trying
to be sentimental
and all that lexical prowess
proved to be a tad esoteric
Natasha, the story of my life
Odette, my synechdoche.
One sifted me like wheat.
