Peace is all I need
Peace from artificial social ways
Like Mcdonald‘s burgers
And sentimental cards.
It’s a right men feel they have.
Like toddlers want French fries
And pink milk.
I think men don’t know how intrusive
Their smell is and their flesh
To someone who doesn’t love them.
And social kissing is so false.
When people gripe and snipe
When you’re not there.
So we’ll have to invent some new ways
Some new designs.
Or do I have to wear a plaque