Pigmas 2022-23 5 January

[RiverNotch]

On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Pig Pen gave to me
twelve evening masques,
eleven pretty numbers,
ten bloody sieges,
nine forged letters,
eight sweet loaves,
seven stray hoofprints,
six postgrad students,
five diamond rings,
four fairy tales,
three French towns,
two bare fists,
and a lampstand nearly all lit!



Twelfth night again! While the last line of the old verse is repeated here, the prompt is a little more exact: write about disguising, or even changing, your gender.

[TranquillityBase]

My gender has been a lifetime disguise,
its half-life, a suspicion,
bending me to its willful reckoning,
making me a mule whose unicorn dreams
drag me towards a Bethlehem 
of chance manifestation.

I’ve hauled my sex across decades,
through crowds of bold speculators
who seem to carry theirs like scepters.
The confusion of the many cloud my identity
and I stumble at every rut of convention
until at last I stand motionless and exhausted.

I don’t ask for transfiguration,
or even forgiveness, only that my male stem
might flower into something less ugly,
or shrivel and disappear, leaving me free
to be merely human again,
floating in a womb of stars.

[Mark A Becker]

My gender has been a lifetime disguise,
...

This is a good one to keep and work on some more.

[CRNDLSM]

Don't you realize
If you legalize marijuana
People will be murdering each other
Changing their identities
Marrying their cousins
Turning into got dang lizard people?
Don't you realize
Marijuana is the gate way
To the zombie crypto apocalypse?