Still on the Edge in Sumas

Skirts are never to be worn by men.
hippies are never to wear black.
Women of all sizes are allowed to wear
their dead past-life heart breaks as trophies.

Trolls must hide in the day time.
Cheerleaders must star in more gore soaked movies.
Retirees must die.
Everyone younger than 13 is in command. NOW.

Morons are allowed to wear plaid.
Jocks must wear something like orange
and blue, like a laundry soap box,
every time they're on national television.

Butchness must never be defined (I was
about to say devined) by any (such as those) qualities that
would make us question the (unspoken) agreement
of what it means to be a man.
A bitch's seat on a Harley? C'mon. That's the dog's.

Snake charmers and pied pipers are always to
follow the yellow brick road.
Bears, tigers, and lions are encouraged
to cope without further ado.