Hey You Hey - Poem by Jena Crowe
Hay is not just for horses anymore.
Hayward was the last name of a guy
who belonged to the Moody Blues.
I used to snooze during car rides when
Dad turned it up.
Enough of that shit.
My mood is RED baby. Like the lobster
you stab with a fork.
I'm melted butter on your tongue.
Take that bib off, you pansy! You eat
me with both hands and you rub me
on your pants and say 'Well hellfire and damnation! '
Then you order more of me-
don't you dare think of asking for the tab.
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