Archaeology of the Pelvic Floor

My glass is half-full of greener grass

My pride is to hide

But my task is to ask

For a ride up the slide

Of the birth canal we mistook in stride

Where original love resides

On the cusp of dreams deep and fried.

The archaeology of the pelvic floor

Half-life of the ruins you've been waiting for.

My glass is half full of greener grass

The mouth of madness kissing my ass

Hierarchies employed to keep you p…