Muscle Poems

Can you write for Hallmark

Like the Queen?

Or swim when I’m stricken

With the wandering womb?

Or tout with a bout of hysteria

Caused just by you?

I know.

I’m just specially gifted

To do nice things

Like witches

Flying around on sunny day brooms.

Do you need any more decorations

Or peach pies and clean dishes?

Well, F— you.

I am Jo-king.

I get cheered up by the Blues.