Trade the foodstamps for kids
Raise the glass-ceiling bids
Char the charcoal chicanery!

She\'s gone, looking for the next
Modern Masterpiece to replace 
the untrain\'d Disasterpiece
of comic timing

Sic of bravely miming placidity
bringin\' it on home to model
Lingerie for the good emperor
(who sits in state
clad in urine-stain\'d boxers)

\"Honey, were you expecting
Poly-Esther pants, 
fishnet stockings,
A cat-scratch beaver?\"

Go give her regards
To the Narrow Way
To the raised thumb
The ideas hitching rides
On Cereberal Highways
of Live-in-Maids everywhere

No more looking
Acting, selling the drama
to the traumatose
milktoast who can\'t drink
the Milk of Life
being lactose intolerant

\"Remember these breasts?
Wanna tease them?
Please them?\"

Its too late to nip the Teats of Power!
Domestic skullduggery
has its hour,
Marital Apocalypse

This housewife\'s hungry;
A tweleve-story tenement/tourist
trap comes alive
w/curses that creep
like ivy across cooked concrete--
Identified Flying Objects:
golf clubs, trophies & polo shirts,
pin-strip\'d pants and pre-coital condoms
gain the power of flight.

Her feet were soon to follow.

I really don\'t know what to type here buddy, it\'s well written as per usual though.

I\'m awaiting someone else to sum up the bolded letters! I\'ve spent a little time trying to look into that but my minds really not in the mood for it, I blame feeling under the weather.

Thanks for sharing HAP!