Scarf

I knit my love for you
In silver, and platinum
And jet.

The needles were slick
With my blood
And bloody devotion.

I worked out the kinks
With patience
And therapy.

It was 9 years long,
And beautiful.
It suited your eyes.

And you took it,
Without a shiver of remorse,
And gave it to her.

Inner Child

I think it's pretty funny
That you consider yourself
Dangerous

What have you got?
An army guy,
Machine gun noises,
And a squinty face
A tantrum red.

But you know,
I'm pretty sure
That my Barbie
Can knock GI Joe's
Dick in the dirt.

Of course,
It'd be kind of hard
To test that,
Because like you,
He's got no balls.