Spelunking through Wonderland

Riot grrrl, tilt-a-whirl
Let it all unfurl
PTA PTSD OPP PFFT!
A life sentence explained in acronyms, and one expressive noise.
Sorry to exhaust, apologize for the fumes
Running on, still running
See, I was married to a man who hated poetry
Can you imagine?
Once my greatest form of self-expression
Traded in for a toaster oven, a Crock pot
Never plug in anything with a frayed wire
Never fear desire
Wed into a canary cage
Moved to a town without dancing
But  
Now I can Mashed Potato
Cabbage Patch
And I’ll cream your corn, too
The housewife life
Such drudgery, inane
A tea party without any tea
Thirsty to my core
My lips so parched
The heroes of my youth
What would Susan B. Anthony do?
Tori Amos?
Siouxsie Sioux?
Maya Friggin’ Angelou?
Cataclysmic change throughout the catacombs
My only way out
Prayers and angels brought me here
Some have called me a devil
Sure
If that’s what it takes
Put on my horned helmet
As I make my
Descent
But you know I’m just going to rise again
Like sea foam
That Disney Little Mermaid
She found her cartoon voice
Not the Hans Christian Andersen wretch
I won’t be pitied
Leonian pride  
I’ll see them all on the flip side
As I make my
Ascent.