BITCHES

for MJ


Bitches don't know what Crystal Carrington brings,

throwing fierce, diamond sharp nails and rings

packed with sapphire and ruby. Don't know Alexis

swings slaps like Liz Taylor drops affadavits

in cuckolded laps, demanding divorce on the grounds

of fabulousness. Bette Davis wore smiles and gowns
as she kicked clumps of hair from Joan Crawford's
crown. Bitch is a trick of the voice. It is heard
in the glittering lilts of drag queens and fags
that spit feather boas and pearls. We aint WAGs.
We aint fascinated by Gucci bags or footballers' packs.
We love Joan Rivers dissing Ellen Degeneres' slacks.
We were whelped in the forties from Judy's cunt
and, since, Liza and I have been feasting on runts.