David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,162 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself - Poem by David McLansky

Before you turn yourself to steak

(Your buttocks look like marble cake)

Baste yourself in Beaujolais,

Cracked pepper corns, a mixed bouquet

Of marjoram and coriander,

(To depillerate, please use a sander) ,

And don't let your skin get freezer burn,

(Will the frozen young ever really learn)

Then display your ribs in a butcher shop)

A crowded mart where people stop;

Thus your life can bring real pleasure,

Don't over salt and use a measure.

Comments about To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself by David McLansky

  • Silver Star - 3,790 Points Susan Lacovara (2/19/2014 9:34:00 AM)

    Wow...not sure if this is meant as good advice or not, seems a bit rough.....but as for the actual write... you are a well crafting poet...interesting piece on a most disturbing topic, that seems to be prevalent for today's suffering, confused youth. I invite you to read my poem, An Absentee Corner. PEACE (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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