i. non-denial isle

i was talking to my good friend lyle/who was walking his chihuahua kyle/in the midafternoon/when an ICE-y hot goon/pepper-sprayed away my charming smile

after that my recollection’s misty/but i must’ve got a little fisty/what with ICE-man on the ground/and a wannabee hound/yapping that there were yet more fascisti

so we beat it to the subway tunnel/where the thug squad wasn’t apt to funnel/and we got to my place/and I washed off my face/but my left eye wept a salty runnel

manhattan is a ravaged isle/often wonderful and often vile/but the new mayor’s cool/and he’ll take us to school/to learn how to practice non-denial

ii. hot hand

ace of diamonds

ace of spades

sweet mariah’s mons

three queenly maids

iii. got it get it got it get it good

my mom like so many a scold on a tear

claimed if she told me once

she told me a thousand times. au contraire:

’twas only nineteen (said the dunce).