Small changed, Ball changed, muppets dancing, They're doing the ***!
This was once perceived as an order to ****. In my head, it's simply muppets dancing. There's a polaroid photo, the filtre leaked. And we were all dead. The Vise Princess left for Dead. Just another callous amusement. The illusionist *speaks* through young women, with broken hearts, fractured minds, and sutred wombs. These words waltz to a rhythm older than ice.
The Mancius Wobbly Girls, 1986
Original drafting of this poem can be found in the Dallas Times Herald Archives under Yolanda Smith & M. Elizabeth Bond