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.
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