On the First day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
A transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the second day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
Two fake *******, and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the third day of Xmas, my Dep Rep gave to me
No women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the fourth day of Xmas, my Dep Rep gave to me,
Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the fifth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
Five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake *******, and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the sixth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports team, two fake *******, and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the seventh day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake *******, and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the eighth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Eight cheater’s trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men!  Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake *******, and a transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the ninth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
nine pharma lobbyists,  eight cheaters’ trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties,  no women’s sports teams, two all gender locker rooms, and a transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the 10th day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters’ trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the 11th day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
11 lost scholarships, 10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters' trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women's sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skiv-vies!
On the 12th day of Xmas my Dem Rep gave to me,
12 preferred pronouns, 11 lost scholarships, 10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters' trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant ment! Four phalloplasties, no women's sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skiv-vies!

I love my *******
One, slightly bigger than the other
I could not live without them!

All my love to all the women
saved by mastectomies,

Sisters, allow me,
to sip,
at the well of your Courage.

Gendering Woman *******

Beautiful, anatomical part //  Ugly, anatomical part
Natural, pleasurable             //   Burdensome, loathsome
Female Symbolic                //    Femme Symbolic
MALIGNANT                             HEALTHY

fearful, tearful, wretched     //  joyful, hopeful, euphoric,
bereft, wept, grieving          //  embryonic, rapt, relieving
leaving, loss                         //  believing, gain
m a y b e - d e a t h                                            r e - b i r t h
                                                   BI-LATERAL
                                             MASTECTOMIES
Operating Theatre

SURGEON                                         ANAESTHETIST
cleaning/ cutting/ knife/ scalpel   //   doping/ unconscious/ airway
blood / tissue                                 //   hypotension
loss/ damage                                 //   shock
drains                                             //   sinus rhythm
stitches                                           //   pain deadening
tight binding                                 //   reversal drugs
                                    
POST-OPERATIVE
a l i v e                                                a w a k e

draining, bound & stitched               draining, bound & stitched
                                            DRAINED
    ­                                   ~ UNBOUND
                                       -- UNSTITCHED –

Empty chest                                                    Flat Chest
FREEDOM from Disease                               FREEDOM from Dis-ease


© M.L.Emmett

What's in the trunk? Dog ****, ***** dog ****. What are you going to
do with it? I talk to it. Talk to it? Sure. All of my furry friends have
had radical mastectomies. Why? Temporary ***-change. That's sad.

Slaves, slaves subscribe to misery
Hordes, hoard what can't be stockpiled
Stock-pilers scale back and bone up on bonuses
Lords, they lord skyward to deflect the immersing night
Cults, that retain cult-status, hail ****, the **** of our Earth
   the perimeters lengthwise and likewise permeate    
   and grill without toasting
   additionally write without ghosting
   haphazardly glide sans skid-free coasting
   irreverently guide us with preachments boasting of
Serbs & Croats who speak Belarusian
And who'll raise not a hand when a foot'll do
Call Debby, the podiatric surgeon, once your toes go webby, yeah!
Hold down unroped things when your rope runs out
Bleed white unbled things when your blood runs out
Sneeze red when your nose breaks open
Corn, corn makes for corny gasoline
   tomatoes start off green as do green peas
Call, call the ships by phone
Phone, phone the ships on call
Gore a fruit called Albert
Mail in your terms of surrender
Become the itinerant, high-yield lender
Pull down your pool like a big-time pretender
Sing like that dead Mexican: Freddy F. Fender
Sell it as new when you know ****** well it's not
Bony women in closets emerge!
Resurrect Love Gods in Leisure Suits and Gaye Bykers on Acid
Spare me the histrionics from the goodest book on ebonics
   on groovy chicks of the Tropics
   on praxic strictures less exotic
Spare me the smell of dog-**** as with dog-**** I can't smell it
Let's groove with Typee chicks close to the ocean on the beach
   or play grab-*** with them from the tops of cocoanut trees
   or direct them into clinics for pre-emptive mastectomies
   or tap them as tappers tap maple trees tapped for tapping

Let's groove with Typee chicks close to the ocean on the beach
   or play grab-*** with them from the tops of cocoanut trees
   or direct them into clinics for pre-emptive mastectomies
   or tap them as tappers tap maple trees tapped for tapping

Have a free bottle of Coke that you don't even have to pay for! It's free & I don't even have to pay for it? That's right! It's just my way of giving you something for free that you don't even have to pay for. May I have one for my girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend? I do! Let me see her. Okay. Here she is. She's nice. May I touch her wherever that I want to? Like where? How about Cleveland, Ohio?

Warblin' wasn't all vibrato for Olive Osmond as she spread her toes
for the foot doctor whose love for model trains began when he bent
over to pick up a fork at a gay bath house where Obama was taking
a queerly dysenterial squat in a gray land that time had gaily forgot.
I milked your pus-pockets like 4 soldiers drinking milk from a steel
helmet. “All done!” I announced. “Return to Ohio & sin no more!”
What's in the trunk? Dog ****, ***** dog ****. What are you going to
do with it? I talk to it. Talk to it? Sure. All of my furry friends have
had radical mastectomies. Why? Temporary ***-change. That's sad.
You ought to move to an Ohio city of 500 bisexual women because
****-divers with the genitals of 2 sexes aren't too popular in Texas.
I met a woman who had big teeth because she was born in Alaska a
long time ago when she was a baby with her mother, 2 twin sisters,
3 third cousins, the fat mail man's niece & her little ****** brother.
When will our slave-days end forever on this land-mass north of 78
million Mexicanos all acting like Guatemalans living in Argentina?
Marxian pornographer, crone Erica Jong, sang her long Hong Kong
****** song about her arid **** chafing in the wrong bikini thong.
“You'll be my ***** queen,” the cartoon porcupine informed dying
Orson Bean who got run down by 2 cars, 1 of which fled the scene.
It was Honolulu Day in crazy Japan & every geisha was happy with
Tojo & G.I. Joe & Tokyo Rose's radio & wearing no under-clothes.
If I die tomorrow because you buried me today, in the palace of our
queen; would you blame my smother-death on new flu number 19?
If I got killed in a helicopter crash, 'cause the Danish mountain was
snowy & could not be seen, a **** blonde nurse would declare that
I was likely killed by the *****-lab flu, or crown infection nineteen.