At what point do you take things on board
and not buckle at the knees
for having to take them on board again?
Oh I know I am privileged for be laden:
I learned that with baked beans on toast
as we saluted the flag and our dear queen
must you pile them on again?
Wait a minute, while I check my genitals.
I'm sure I can find something down there
that gave me advantage, while you made daisy chains
and I had my head crushed by older boys.
The same older boys you married
and built your portion of happiness.
But let's not talk of genitals -
how crude -
when I rolled stockings up my legs
and minced around in kinky shoes.
Did the flutter of your proto-penis stand on end?
I thought not.
Because of course you were reaching for the rabbit
in fulfillment of your role
while deleting all your business cards.
But I was hard.
And harder still.