patriarch on a vespa

promiscuous makes an entrance

her mouth is full of questions

are we all brides to be

are we all designed to be confined

buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them

organize our lives and lose the key

our faces all resemble dying roses

from trying to fix it

when instead we should break it

we've got to break it before it breaks us

fear of pretty houses and their porches

fear of biological wrist watches

fear of comparison shopping

dogs on leashes behind fences barking

pretty little pillows on floral couches

until our faces all resemble dying roses

stop trying to fix it

patriarch on a vespa

runs a red and ends up

crushed under the wheel