first time my father overheard me listening to
this bit of music he asked me,
"what is it?"
"it's called Love For Three Oranges,"
I informed him.
"boy," he said, "that's getting it
he meant sex.
listening to it
I always imagined three oranges
you know how orange they can
so mightily orange.
maybe Prokofiev had meant
what my father
if so, I preferred it the
the most horrible thing
I could think of
was part of me being
what ejaculated out of the
end of his
I will never forgive him
his trick that I am stuck
I find no nobility in
I say kill the Father
before he makes more
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