Poetry Volumes

A Violet Moodswing Poems

Big Brother

Big Brother, Big Brother,

Won't you let me come in

My breasts are not plastic

Nor is my skin.

Not young and studly

Not air brush ink

But I am old enough to stand up

Be counted and think.


I'm a sexy seasoned lady

Who could use a few

Hundred thousand dollars

Delivered by you.

I'll put all my morals

High on a shelf

Be sneaky and focus

On none but myself.


I am just a West Texan

Four cats to my name

Who are aching for fortune

Of reality fame.

Sammantha, and Molly

And Tabbers and Joe

Want you to know

That they need room to grow.


I have the ambition

Of any young chick

It just takes me more coffee

If I want to be quick.

Big brother, big brother

Now, make no mistake

PBJ at breakfast

Is good as a cake.