Socialization of Postindustrial Sorcery

Lady Femininity, exuding sweaty, feverish hours
Now forgotten or frenzied for with her fat,

Pink caterpillar lips firm and handful thighs,
And ocean-wide eyes that may come to sag,

Cave in along cleavages. But she never forgets
Forging ancestral advice, "Honey, child,

You deserve to be better!
Drink men's masonic milk for sexier chess chests

That win you a porch worth a a damn."
Lady Femininity, Shiva, Madonna,

Mary and Mary, whatever her name!
My quiet, cold mother!

My misfit grandmother
Marinating jazz instead of marrow

the Lady knows it all; So, I read up
Chewed up contraception candy

Practiced come-hitheros and bitter
I-beg-your-pardons incessantly

Lurking behind boulder partitions
To exercise my magic in secret

While still chowing down
On a paid-for dinner and

A suave, tall suitor
As she taught