Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Meat And My Mother - Poem by Anthony Weir

My father Diogenes
who lived in a barrel
and barked like a dog
used to masturbate
in the marketplace.

He pissed like a dog
on offerings thrown to him:
and my mother
whom he raped
like a butcher's knife
at a cynical
Christmas Party
giving her crab-lice
with his rushed sperm
and half a lifetime
of humble pretence.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

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