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Oh angry darlings
I don’t need a defense
if I ruin the ball
bare skin as my dress

           How impetuous, incredulous
           that one with the smile
           has she no shame
           to push us to rile?

No shame my dears
it just happens to be
the only way through
onto others like me

          What an intentioned, ill penchant
          ruse of the night
          I bet this endeavor
          was to dress for a fight!

Not quite, you coup roosters
swirling hens without gullets
there’s egg on your face
for not knowing a mullet

© 2017 Tammy Mezera