I’m late for my gown fitting, my bra weeping on the inside. Outside, I’m late, 

Impetuous, from costive stock, unflappably happy, brusque.  


I floated here while my toys were asleep. I voted for change.  

Injecting their blood was just crazy but I won’t go off schedule.  
 


Time now to stir toy fluids with a respondent gavel. Then back to the bench.  
Judgment is a big puzzlement for suspects of natural selection.
Only the jury rises.