there’s a man in the park saying it’s been a while since he’s seen
a pretty girl open a book
and before I have time to curse his soul
to the depths of Hades
I laugh a little

You are in the middle of a bad marriage
or a great affair, or you are spending
your Vegas losses in a bar.

I’m turning my pity party into a purge party and
all my exes are invited—
dearest darlings, serenade me at 
my silly little slumber party starring a bunch 
of queer gals with one(1) Emma™ in common—
what could possibly go wrong?

I do not like you, Duncan King,
old fart lord of everything—
I will smite you with a pox
stick you in a wooden box

is a polarizing, stepped-on chicken patty in a bun,
breaded flatworm of nostalgia