Sally…
This poem is dedicated to William:
My friend Sally is a little femme,
But it’s weird, cause she doesn’t like men.
The Nile has lots of sediment,
And Third Eye Blind has a speech impediment.
Sally’s got ten fingers and toes,
But I wonder where that other appendage goes?
She has brown hair, and sometimes a mustache, too,
And she also stands up when she goes to the loo….
Across Pflumm street, with her pants down, Sally ran,
And, Oh yeah…you guys…Sally’s a man…