Feathered Boas and All
Plumed Serpent/Fabled Phoenix/Rare Black Swan:
Let Poetry now shoot you from the sky;
Your sin, though trendy, shall no more rage on . . .
They’ll see you’re just a Dodo by and by.
You puffed and fanned, a dazzling Peacock Star.
It’s high time you descended here to earth.
We see you for the Emu that you are:
Your gender, like your sex—assigned at birth.
You’re on a toll.
These rolls do take a toll on me.
Sometimes I roll right through the tollbooth without stopping.
No brakes. Jesus take the wheel.
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Jesus has the free EZ Pass too.
He does indeed!