I am unlearned,
Brusque and brout.
I wear my pannies inside out
For all the world to see--
A silent rebellion
To all hypocrisy.
I'm not fit
For human consumption,
But, please,
Take me into your program,
Whittle me down to size,
Into something you consider useful,
So I can be used,
But you may find,
I whittle too,
And you may be changed.
You may be more you
When I'm through.
Maybe you'll grin
When you see my pannies right side in,
But maybe your smile will turn to a pout
When you look down at your own drawers,
So inside out.

-jenn