Once upon a time, you dressed so fine,
You hadn’t lost your mind, not gone gyn--
Illness, though.

People call, then there’s a doll,
You’re bound to fall
For her; mom says stall
Libido.

She used you, laughed about
Your thin body, called you “gangly lout.”
And she would talk so loud;
You and her--three’s a crowd.
She shouts, “Layabout!”
“Keep your mouth shut down!” you squeal.

Now down you kneel,
Cowed by her squeal.
How does it feel?
You completely she owns. . .
Guy-controlling crone.

You’ve changed the finery rules: you’re like Ms Motel,
Where life is a slow hell--spruce up not used up beds.
So drone-like you go tighten ’em up,
And then you short-sheet,
But no one signs up, so you wind up. . .
Oughta be on meds.

After you sever, cop arrives--
He is a dick, in fact; his is among the lives
You take with that set of kitchen knives
Used to pare; you are a wacked goon, that’s no jive!
You slay dude, but duchess is your spiel.

Now down you kneel,
Cowed by her squeal.
How does it feel?
You completely she owns. . .
Sly-controlling crone.

You’re dressing now in gowns, you sneer and frown,
Bust a jug’lar, cut ’er down
When you come unwound. Is that wicked you?
You sever--don her hood--you ain’t understood
Your mom no-good alter ego does shiv sticks for you.
You put in trunk of that chrome horse that nice chick you whacked,
Carried her on your shoulder; you’d sliced in attack.
In the car is where her body sat,
Then you speeded to the mudflat--
You drove in the goo; heavy, sinks past the wheels.

Down past the wheels,
Poundage of steel.
How does it feel?
You completely she owns. . .
Guy-controlling crone.

Princess? No, this creep’ll go on with slittin’ people
By givin’ shivin’ with an awful blade.
Exchanging balls. . .gynec’logic rifts he thinks,
Now dresses in shifts of violet, pink, ’cause he has gone off, crazed.
You used to be beau, a dude;
Now, chap, clothed ya bin in drag; by nag hag bag you’re abused.
Go be her now, she calls you, you can’t refuse.
You’re now near nutless, just a nut in her shoes
She’s a miserable cow. And YOU’RE a she, it is revealed.

Now you’re revealed,
How does it feel?
Now no appeal
’cause you’re on your own,
To late to atone,
Rejected your clone,
Completely alone,
Completely a crone,
Drained swamp’s dry’s a bone,
Be put in a home
By controlling drones.