I am made of wood,
I’m never quite understood,
a clockwork spring makes me talk,
pulling my strings makes me walk,

My painted cheeks are rouged with red,
as I slump in silence upon the bed,
no one see’s and no one hears,
my jingle, jangle clockwork tears.

crochet me a doily
I can wear as a hat-

intricate dainty and soft,

knit me a pair of spats-
pink-
I can wear on my mocassins,


sew me some cute *******
crotchless are best.

For I am getting tired of
acting tough.

Spare me the ***** hose, so
restricting, and until I take hormones,
the uplifting bra from Frederick's,
is useless.

teach me , though, how to apply mascara,
I  just painted my ear hair black.

there are
times a man needs to be alone/
If he is flicking his Bic,
Handling his candle
lighting his wick.
Paddling his tool
pulling his tool into alignment.
Spanking the monkey
stretching his muscle
it angers his Mother
since he forgot, again,
to lock the ******* door.