But Poem by Raj Arumugam

In the midst of something crucial
diminutive But
butts in -
Oh, don't you hate that? -
just when evolution is expressing itself
and here's But to bring in devolution;
and so I told BUT recently:
But me no Buts
X me no Xs
Just butt off…
'But…
But…
But…'
Oh don't you know when you're not needed?
Look here - I'm in the midst of watching that
sexy butt of that damsel across the green field
and here you come butting in
It's her swaying butt I'm watching;
now, you - flick off!
'But…
But…
But…'
And exasperated, I said:
OK - What?

'But that's not a woman's butt you're watching;
it's a bull across the green field -
put on your glasses, and you'll see what I mean'

And sure enough
with my glasses on I could see
But had a point -
still, But takes away our illusions
and so I vent my fury on But:
OK, wise guy - so I can see it's a bull;
Now get your bull off somewhere else
'But…
But…
But…'
Oh, the diminutive, persistent But -
it follows one like one's own butt!