The Women's Temperance League
tried to abolish themselves
but like always they failed

so they learned instead
to crash neighborhood parties
with the grace of gazelles on Ritalin

now they have colorful plastic
bowls and cups
with fancy closing tops

matching barcode tattoos
on their wrists
that say "priceless"

and some assurance
that their vulvas
are "normal"

after gazing at them
with compact mirror in one hand
shot of ***** in the other