To The Wandas Of The World Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

To the Wandas of the World
Our name conjures up Images
Of ketchup on macaroni & cheese
Potato Chips in Tupperware Bowls
On picnic tables
On redwood Decks
Of trailer parks
In Arkansas

To The Wicked Wandas
With Wall street whipped
Dirty Vixen hell cats
Vinyl and leather to be unzipped
In pointy Bras
On Pulp magazines
Our eyes covered
with an ink rectangle

To the Wandas Ive met
Proud sister in Purple lipstick
Southern belles
I am your North Star
Representing the potato chips
Crushed in between
2 pieces of Wonder bread
with Bologna
with mayonaise
And a slice of processed cheese food